Let sense be numb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm! On this day, I celebrate my beloved husband’s Quaker roots: the sitting and waiting for the “still, small voice of…
Let sense be numb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm! On this day, I celebrate my beloved husband’s Quaker roots: the sitting and waiting for the “still, small voice of…