I eat you, life; you make me living eat.
~ William Kean Seymour
This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing happiness in heart and brain;Time standing still, surrendering to meBeauty that otherwise would cease to be.
Kindness is goodness hidden in the heartMore often than declared in speech.
Kindness is in a prison till it findsRelease in words or deeds.
Do not be too sure, young fellows,That you are better than your ancestors.
In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.
