The dark night of a soul is like the soil for a seed;
The waiting of Noah’s birds going back and forth over the water is the formlessness and void before the sprout and root appear;
The fullness of the branches is the answer–that which goes beyond all reckoning of the seed.
One man says, “I do not need a crutch!” The seed, before it breaks and puts forth a root or sprout is independent. But after new life begins, it is dependent on both the root and the shoot. In need of these crutches and fruitful…
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