The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We,...

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

When in doubt, look to Jesus.

She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

He is Jesus, only. God has revealed Himself to us through Jesus. Jesus is what God wanted us to know and to love. He is not Napoleon the Great. He is not Alexander the Great....

It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of Love. Along that river is the tree of heaven.

Though we cannot see the heart, we can see the life.

While the Holy Spirit is hidden, He is never, ever absent

She became the bad company that she kept.

There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes

Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

Yet, happy are the pure of heart for they have known the music.

The Music blows wherever Music pleases, you hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where the Music comes from or where the Music is going.

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

Sometimes there were troubles but no one can be a hero without the heart being torn open.

You are the apple of Love’s eye.

In the river swam the gleaming fish, which were meant for water, just as humankind is meant for love.

Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.

Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.

He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.

What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

Oh come, ‘though you have broken your promises a hundred times…Come home, stranger and alien, come home to me….Come home, space traveler, lover of leaving for I am here…

Then an odd thing happened. Britney put her finger on the ridge of the painted glass and rubbed it. It made a perfect noise. The kind of noise that goes on and on as a...

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised...

For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.

We must only believe.

The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.

There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word became the only word of their romantic conversation.

They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?

God requires solitude and quiet – this is part of the way He instructs us to pray to Him. We are obligated through our Love to worship Him as He sees fit. This is not...

Believe.” The Music sang.

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and...

Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.

There is not in the world a kind of life more sweet and delightful than that of a continual conversation with God.

Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.

The devout life does not solely entail living as a monk or ascetic, though that is fine. The devout life requires bringing God into all things.

The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.

Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.

Through science, she could reach anyone at anytime around the world, but no one seemed to know what to say.

The greatest gift we have ever received, and ever will or could receive, is the Spirit of God Himself. He enters the essence of our human form and changes us from within. He fills us...

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall...