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11:54 Friday 16 September
Two stories meet in the field below the mountain.
One begins with a refugee’s reflection:
‘Some of you are hunters, you know what is it to be
on the hunt. I grew up on the other side of that story.
I was the one being hunted.’
The other begins with a gift:
A small child receives a small stuffed moose with delight,
the grandfather thus christened ‘Papa Moose’.
The playing fields of each are filled with significance.
Each finding their way as through a maze;
exploring, questioning, testing, and learning.
Their heart and mind in this search together.
The refugee is now an adult. As a child she slept under tree roots.
Each day on the run. Her journey through wilderness
grew a deep-rooted faith. She saw God’s grace unfolding.
She learned love.
The second story is just beginning.