On Holy Ground
2011; Taylor & Francis; Volume: 27; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1080/10999183.2011.10767422
ISSN2165-1590
Autores ResumoThe well-worn hospital blanket draped over his shoulders gave him a Ghandi-like look.“Everything that is, is; and everything that is not, is not,” was his opening gambit.He looked me straight in the eye, commanding my attention. Though I couldn't always follow his muttered words, his eyes compelled me to listen closely, telling me that he was no fool, that there was wisdom here if only I could hear it. This was not the first time that I heard profound wisdom in the midst of what appeared to be ramblings of madness.“I am part of you, and you are part of me. We're all connected. That's all there is. That's all you need to know.”Sometimes angels—those bold messengers of God—are hard to recognize.
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