Oh, The Glory Of Growth, Silent, Mighty,

Let Me Not Fuss And Fret At My Incompetence But Be Still And Know That Thou Art God.

What A Splendid Time Woo Must Have Had.

I Think That One's Art Is A Growth Inside One. I Do Not Think One Can Explain Growth. It Is Silent And Subtle. One Does Not Keep Digging Up A Plant To See How It Grows.

It Is Wonderful To Feel The Grandness Of Canada In The Raw.

I Thought My Mountain Was Coming This Morning. It Was Near To Speaking When Suddenly It Shifted, Sulked, And Returned To Smallness. It Has Eluded Me Again And Sits There, Puny And Dull. Why?