Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

All Human Beings Have Their Otherness And It Is That Which Cries Out To The Heart.

Our Home, Our Special Country, Is For All Of Us The Place Where We Find Liberation; A Very Difficult Word ... That Tries To Describe Something That Can't Be Described But Is The Only Thing Worth Having.

What Is The Scent Of Water?" "renewal. The Goodness Of God Coming Down Like Dew.

Faith Given Back To Us After A Night Of Doubt Is A Stronger Thing, And Far More Valuable To Us Than Faith That Has Never Been Tested.

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.