God is a dyer, dipping every
Essence of the cosmos into Vats of luminous colors. A work so delicate, as to be forgotten. Am I a woven white cloth turned purple, Or am I a purple cloth, now so purely absorbed That the color and the cloth are one? Once, before time, there was No cloth, but only an enduring color, Lovingly waiting To shine forth its hue.
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AuthorMike Soika has been a community activist for more than 30 years working on issues of social and economic justice. His work for justice is anchored by his spiritual formation first as a Catholic and now as a Quaker. Pre 2018 Archives
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