Which one of the Prophets did your fathers not persecute, and they killed the ones who prophesied the coming of the Just One, of whom now, too, you have become betrayers and murderers.
I am the air. I am the soil. I am the wind and the rain. I am the noise and the quiet. I am the rose and I am the thorn. I am the space between space and I am a tree trunk in the forest. I am all colours yet I am none. I am all men yet I am but one. And I forgive the sins you commit each day as you know not what you do. You are all my children And I love you.
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