Kiss the Child

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Christina, a Sabbath Moment reader, sent me this quote. (Find Sabbath Moment at terryhershey.com.)

I dreamed I had a child, and even in the dream I saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and I ran away. But it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes.
Until I thought, if I could kiss it, whatever in it is my own, perhaps I could sleep.
And I bent to its broken face, and it was horrible. . .but I kissed it.
I think one must finally take one’s life in one’s arms. . .
Arthur Miller, After the Fall