| UU Musings |
 For So the Children Come For so the children come And so they have been coming. Always in the same way they come born of the seed of man and woman.No angels herald their beginnings. No prophets predict their future courses. No wisemen see a star to show where to find the babe that will save humankind.Yet each night a child is born is a holy night, Fathers and mothers — sitting beside their children’s cribs feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.They ask, “Where and how will this new life end? Or will it ever end?”Each night a child is born is a holy night — A time for singing, A time for wondering, A time for worshipping. Sophia Lyon Fahs 1876-1978,The Mother of Modern Unitarianism |
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