Blessed are all of God’s self-portraits.

Bruheem kol dumuyay eloha! Blessed are all God’s self-portraits.

Knock upon yourself as upon a door, and when the door opens an answer can be found.

Blessed are all of God's self-portraits.

Bruheem kol dumuyay eloha! Blessed are all God's self-portraits.

God comes to each of us in the form we can best perceive Him. To you, just now, He was a heron. To someone else, He might come as a flower or even a breeze.

In death, we never much resemble who we were in life, for all the mystery is gone.

How many of us never find a way to say the one thing we must?

A history made of 'ifs' - such is the life of mortal men" The Gospel According to Lzarus

Doubts are good; they are proof that our minds are sojourning in lands far from home.