Everyone Keeps Talking About Fixing And Returning

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

Man Alone Measures Time. Man Alone Chimes The Hour. And, Because Of This, Man Alone Suffers A Paralysing Fear That No Other Creature Endures. A Fear Of Time Running Out.

God Sings, We Hum Along, And There Are Many Melodies, But It's All One Song - One Same, Wonderful, Human Song.

We All Know How To Be A Child.

He Did Not Know That The Child Who Had Asked For Yesterday Was Now Seeking To Own Tomorrow.