The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space.

If You Are Poor, Shun Association With Him Who Measures Men With The Yardstick Of Riches.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

I Slept And I Dreamed That Life Is All Joy. I Woke And I Saw That Life Is All Service. I Served And I Saw That Service Is Joy.