Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Let life be a deep let-go. See God opening millions of flowers every day without forcing the buds.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.