Heaven Can Be Found In The Most

People Don’t Die Because Of Loyalty.” They Don’t?” She Smiled. “religion? Government? Are We Not Loyal To Such Things, Sometimes To The Death?” Eddie Shrugged. Better,” She Said, “to Be Loyal To One Another.

One Withers, Another Grows.

Accept The Past As Past, Without Denying It Or Discarding It.

I Hope You Never Hear Those Words. Your Mom. She Died. They Are Different Than Other Words. They Are Too Big To Fit In Your Ears. They Belong To Some Strange, Heavy, Powerful Language That Pounds Away At The Side Of Your Head, A Wrecking Ball Coming At You Again And Again, Until Finally, The Words Crack A Hole Large Enough To Fit Inside Your Brain. And In So Doing, They Split You Apart.

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