Somewhere in the delicate depths of our being, there is a place like the whisper of hidden worlds within us. There lives the energy of all humanity, and the quiet force of our own soul.
It is there that every meeting between God and man takes place. It is there that prayer lives.
May a silent joy begin to bloom, as if it were stitching together all the wounds of the world, from the deepest night to the first light of dawn.
Such is prayer tonight, alive in every humane heart and every grateful soul.
May the child within us all awaken with the morning.
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