When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small?

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!