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.

Life has no friend.

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

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

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.