'I wander through the still of night,
When solitude is everywhere -
Alone, beneath the starry light,
And yet I know that God is there.
I kneel upon the grass and pray;
An answer comes without a voice.
It takes my burden all away
And makes my aching heart rejoice.'
Theodore E Curtis 1872 - 1957
'Always pray to have eyes that see the best, A heart that forgives the worst, a mind that forgets the bad, and a soul that never loses faith'
'Harbouring resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die'
'Faith cannot exist without its shadow, doubt.
Faith without doubt is not stronger, but merely more ideological'
'Scepticism and realism are not the same as cynicism and pessimism'
'Wisdom is knowing what to do next. Virtue is doing it.'
'Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding'
'Quid rides? Mutato nomine de te fabular narrator' (Why do you laugh? Change the name and the story is told of you)
'That life is worth living is the most necessary of assumptions, and were it not assumed, the most impossible of conclusions'
George Santayana 1905
'Broadly defined, morality is about making decent and wise choices about how to be in the universe. It implies purposeful action for the common good'
'Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life'
'Our whole business in this life is to restore to health the eye of the heart whereby God may be seen'
'Before Mass we speak to God; during Mass God speaks to us; after Mass we speak to each other'
'The Lord is greater than the giants you face'
- Unknown SONNET
A SPRING SONNET
Now is the time of rebirth and regrowth.
Fresh winds fan the rustle of new green leaves.
The pale sun and gentle drops of rain both
Warm and moisten new nests under the eaves.
New lambs bounce in green fields of crocuses.
Now at the end of his long winter sleep,
Hedgehog opens his eye and focuses.
For the death of winter he shall not weep
But at this bright and green time of renewal
For all that grows, is born, first crawls or flies
Sees only one thing diminish - the cruel
And cold hand of winter shrivels and dies
The winter of His death on Good Friday
Melts in the Spring of life on Easter Day.
Richard Rohr - Science and Non duality click to view