What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not

Pray That Your Loneliness May Spur You Into Finding Something To Live For, Great Enough To Die For.

So Rests The Sky Against The Earth. The Dark Still Tarn In The Lap Of The Forest. As A Husband Embraces His Wife's Body In Faithful Tenderness, So The Bare Ground And Trees Are Embraced By The Still, High, Light Of The Morning. I Feel An Ache Of Longing To Share In This Embrace, To Be United And Absorbed. A Longing Like Carnal Desire, But Directed Towards Earth, Water, Sky, And Returned By The Whispers Of The Trees, The Fragrance Of The Soil, The Caresses Of The Wind, The Embrace Of Water And Light. Content? No, No, No - But Refreshed, Rested - While Waiting.

When The Morning's Freshness Has Been Replaced By The Weariness Of Midday, When The Leg Muscles Give Under The Strain, The Climb Seems Endless, And Suddenly Nothing Will Go Quite As You Wish It Is Then That You Must Not Hesitate.

Our Work For Peace Must Begin Within The Private World Of Each Of Us. To Build For Man A World Without Fear, We Must Be Without Fear. To Build A World Of Justice, We Must Be Just.

Unless There Is A Spiritual Renaissance, The World Will Know No Peace.