All Can Hear, But Only The Sensitive

The Ageless Melody, Unheard, Heals; The Healing Vision, Unseen, Leads; The True Leaders, Immortal, Know...

And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.