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I know that I have life
Only insofar as I have love.

I have no love
Except it come from Thee.

Help me, please, to carry
This candle against the wind.

“I dream of a quiet man
Who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
Where the rarest wildflowers
Are blooming, and who goes,
And finds that he is smiling
Not by his own will”

“What more did I think I wanted?
Here is what has always been
Here is what will always be
Even in me, the Maker of all this
Returns in rest,
Even to the slightest of His works,
A yellow leaf slowly falling,
And is pleased”

What do the tall trees say
To the late havocs of the sky?
They sigh.
The air moves, and they sway.
When the breeze on the hill
Is still, then they stand still.
They wait.
They have no fear.
Their fate is faith.
Birdsong is all they’ve wanted, all along.