God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
Quotations
Rabindranath Tagore
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
