You Are Far, Far Greater Than You

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

Among The Hills, When You Sit In The Cool Shade Of The White Poplars, Sharing The Peace And Serenity Of Distant Fields And Meadows - Then Let Your Heart Say In Silence, "god Rests In Reason." And When The Storm Comes, And The Mighty Wind Shakes The Forest, And Thunder And Lightning Proclaim The Majesty Of The Sky, - Then Let Your Heart Say In Awe, "god Moves In Passion.