The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.