It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.