A Work Of Art Is One Through

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

However Confused The Scene Of Our Life Appears, However Torn We May Be Who Now Do Face That Scene, It Can Be Faced, And We Can Go On To Be Whole.

As We Live Our Truths, We Will Communicate Across All Barriers, Speaking For The Sources Of Peace. Peace That Is Not Lack Of War, But Fierce And Positive.

Dogma And Shrinking From The External World Are At One Limit Of The Range Of Belief. At The Other Are Science And Poetry And, Indeed, Reality.

I Remember Mother Saying : Inventors Are Like Poets, A Trashy Lot