Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
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.
et me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Let life be a deep let-go. See God opening millions of flowers every day without forcing the buds.