In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also

I See Now How Things Even Up, How They Are Squared Away, And How They Balance Under The Law Of Love And Justice. No Year Of Life Is Emotionally, Spiritually Or Even Materially, All Drought Or All Rainfall; Nor Is It All Sun. The Road Turns A Little Every Day, And One Day There's A Sudden Twist We Didn't Dream Was There, And For Every Loss There Is Somewhere A Gain, For Every Grief A Happiness, For Every Deprivation A Giving.

Occasionally The Impossible Happens; This Is A Truism That Accounts For Much Of What We Call Good Luck; And Also, Bad.

Most Of Us Forget To Take Time For Wonder, Praise And Gratitude Until It Is Almost Too Late. Gratitude Is A Many-colored Quality, Reaching In All Directions. It Goes Out For Small Things And For Large; It Is A God-ward Going.

Men's Private Self-worlds Are Rather Like Our Geographical World's Seasons, Storm, And Sun, Deserts, Oases, Mountains And Abysses, The Endless-seeming Plateaus, Darkness And Light, And Always The Sowing And The Reaping.

The One Universal Form Of Art Is Music.