Through snow I go...
for this!
A Place of Meeting
Out of wood and stone, out of dreams and sacrifice,
the People build a home.
Out of the work of their hands and hearts and minds
the People fashion a symbol and a reality.
May this house be truly a place of Meeting--
meeting one with another in warmth and joy and openness;
meeting one with another in courage and love and trust.
May all who enter here trust one another so surely
that they dare to share the deep fires that burst into anger
as much as the sweet springwaters that swell into laughter;
the slow erosion of wounded tears as much as the soaring song.
May these walls know silence as a hundred hearts search inward
each for its own small spark of hope
that might otherwise be snuffed out in the noise.
May these rafters hear the voice of the child
as surely as that of the orator,
and the sound of the lute,
the clack of the typewriter,
the swish of the broom,
and know that all are as holy
as the shout of a million stars.
May the rain fall lightly on this house,
the sun shine warmly,
the winds blow softly,
and bless it
as a place of joy and peace.
Eileen B. Karpeles
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