Accept Who You Are; And Revel In

When He Went Blundering Back To God, His Songs Half Written, His Work Half Done, Who Knows What Paths His Bruised Feet Trod, What Hills Of Peace Or Pain He Won? I Hope God Smiled And Took His Hand, And Said, "poor Truant, Passionate Fool! Life’s Book Is Hard To Understand: Why Couldst Thou Not Remain At School?" A Poem By Charles Hanson Towne

Your Voice Will Come. We All Go Through The Same Thing. You Cannot Talk When You First Arrive." He Smiled. "it Helps You Listen.

Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge.

She Felt Worthless And Hollow. There Was No Hope Of Fixing This. And When Hope Is Gone, Time Is Punishment.

The Length Of Your Days Does Not Belong To You.