From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
From Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach
“…For you have learned. One school is finished, and the time has come for another to begin.”
As it had shined across him all his life, so understanding lighted that moment for Jonathan Seagull. They were right. He could fly higher, and it was time to go home.
He gave one last long look across the sky, across that magnificent silver land where he had learned so much.
“I’m ready,” he said at last.
And Jonathan Livingston Seagull rose with the two starbright gulls to disappear into a perfect dark sky.”
From 2 Corinthian 4: 16-18 NIV
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
The Rose Garden
The morning dew gleams
On the sweet smelling roses
While swans swim in the glassy pond
And the pink morning fog starts to clear
When the sun is high, it starts to rain
Pitter-pat, Pitter-pat, Pitter-pat
At night the crickets chirp to say, “Good night,”
“Sleep, sleep,” whispers the wind
And peace and love is brought to the world.
Written in loving memory of Grammy
by Sydney Sean Alexander
