Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus

Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently.

I wanted to write something visual that I could read to the children. This was when I created the idea of Redwall Abbey in my imagination. As I wrote, the idea grew, and the manuscript along with it.

He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!

Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.