Only he whose bright lyrehas sounded in shadowsmay, looking onward, restorehis infinite praise. Only he who has eatenpoppies with the deadwill not lose ever againthe gentlest chord.Though the image upon the pooloften grows dim:Know and...
Ireland was a place for the renewal of hope and I still see it like that.
focus your intention on what your building, not whats already fallen away.
If you want a new tomorrow, then make new choices today.
What is the scent of water?””Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
As I leave the gardenI take with me a renewed view,And a quiet soul.