It Is Such A Secret Place, The

It Was The Contemplation Of God That Created Men Who Were Equal, For It Was In God That They Were Equal.

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.

If You Love A Flower That Lives On A Star, It Is Sweet To Look At The Sky At Night. All The Stars Are A-bloom With Flowers.

Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.