In Times Of Storm And Tempest, Of

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.

Because Of Course She Had Known She Must Go. She Always Did The Thing Because In Obedience Lay The Integrity That God Asked Of Her. If Anyone Had Asked Her What She Meant By Integrity She Would Not Have Been Able To Tell Them But She Had Seen It Once Like A Picture In Her Mind, A Root Going Down Into The Earth And Drinking Deeply There. No One Was Really Alive Without That Root.

Most Of The Basic Truths Of Life Sound Absurd At First Hearing.

The Child In Us Is Always There, You Know, And It's The Best Part Of Us, The Winged Part That Travels Farthest.

As This World Becomes Increasingly Ugly, Callous And Materialistic It Needs To Be Reminded That The Old Fairy Stories Are Rooted In Truth, That Imagination Is Of Value, That Happy Endings Do, In Fact, Occur, And That The Blue Spring Mist That Make An Ugly Street Look Beautiful Is Just As Real A Thing As The Street Itself.