The Universe And The Light Of The

What In Your Life Is Calling You, When All The Noise Is Silenced, The Meetings Adjourned... The Lists Laid Aside, And The Wild Iris Blooms By Itself In The Dark Forest... What Still Pulls On Your Soul?

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.