by Alberta Kisling
Out of the crumbles of dust and termites come memories of children’s voices at play or reciting, first day school and committee meetings. We Quakers reflect on the old school house that is gone.
But look! Rising from the ruins of the past; a new building! Many windows for quiet gazing across the fields. Our spirits are lifted as our eyes are drawn heavenward. Skylights, and a loft for rest, and quiet meditation.
Already there have been worship groups, committee meetings, and students sleeping (?) all night. The rain barrel waters the new circle garden.
We are breathless as we absorb its beauty. We are enthralled as we contemplate the endless possibility of its future. The first of the past are weaving themselves into the miracle of new life in ur beautiful, precious Quaker Cottage.