I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:/ To make a poet black, and bid him sing!
Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.
I have a rendezvous with life.
The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
The truth is... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else.