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the old hermit
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the old hermit |
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william foos Member
since 2006-09-13
Posts 77schenectady,new york,usa |
long ago there was a hermit who lived on that island in the middle of the lake his body may have turned to dust but not so his spirit he did not eat much nor did he sleep but he prayed well and deep in his own way then one day he had a visitor who listened to his prayers and said that he was not doing it right so the old hermit tried it his way yet with no success as the man left to go back across the lake the hermit walked across the water to the boat to ask the man how to do the prayers again and the man told him but the man failed to notice that the man was walking on the water it shows that if what you pray is from deep within your heart that it is heared even though incorrect the fact that the faith you have makes it correct for you when you do things that others do it tends to be just a memorized motion it is when you make the prayer your own path of faith that it truly becomes a prayer of great power there is a thought recite your soul not the printed word for there are never misprints witin your soul now sit back and pray from within your self i see what i write and write what i see |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"recite your soul not the printed word" a wonderful poem and good advice william |
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