This gift offers, let my words speak in praise to request, beseeching and to give us those things restoring us to life; or we are like grass, and my love a life-giving way undertaken reverently to be mindful of You, through Jesus Christ our Lord; to reflect on any quiet inner space in which to listen to the Word, living in communion and journeying on this Epiphany. Let us never forget this presence so I shall lest through carelessness fall away from the love of God and cease listening and reading to know the generosity of God resplendent; in goodness as to add my words to the innumerable and wonderful. Reflection On Wellspring (2001) To those gathered we were partakers of bidding tensions and paradoxes of talk over the Bible. Then, it is like this: when the lion lays down with the lamb. A poet speaks about God, so intimate. There is is. What happens is Unmasked: mystery alight in quiet. We reflect on words. The colors of the room where we go to reflect are present to the bright morning time, windows clear to day letting in much light and largeness that the privacy of the heart is awake, more so. How we are in slumber is noticed (CAPTION) Built in 1924 on the traditional site of the Garden of Gethsemane, the Basilica of the Agony (the Church of All Nations) enshrines a section of bedrock identified as the place where Jesus prayed alone in the garden on the night of his arrest. Photo: Anonymous