last evening was spent with a special friend
a gentle man
of humble spirit
who hides in his own nothingness
knowing how to abandon himself to God
real greatness is often hidden
humble
simple
and unobtrusive
my friend wrote music
for words I had recently put on paper
thus setting the words free
allowing them to dance
giving them color
and shape
we shared communion together
giving deep thought
and careful words
to the making of communion
fine flour is made by the crushing of the individual grains
fine wine is made by the crushing of the cluster
fine music is often made by the crushing of a past life
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