By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted