My Grief And My Smile Begin In

A Crippled Child Said, "how Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Dance We Said. Then The Invalid Said: "how Shall I Sing?" Let Your Heart Sing We Said Then Spoke The Poor Dead Thistle, "but I, How Shall I Dance?" Let Your Heart Fly To The Wind We Said. Then God Spoke From Above "how Shall I Descend From The Blue?" Come Dance For Us Here In The Light We Said. All The Valley Is Dancing Together Under The Sun, And The Heart Of Him Who Joins Us Not Is Turned To Dust, To Dust.

For Me, Religiosity Is ... The Constant Remembrance Of The Presence Of The Soul.

There Is The Joy Of Being Healthy And Fair, But There Is Overall The Beauty, The Immense Joy Of Being Useful.

Many Things Can Wait. Children Cannot. Today Their Bones Are Being Formed, Their Blood Is Being Made, Their Senses Are Being Developed. To Them We Cannot Say "tomorrow." Their Name Is Today.

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.