A poet wants only one small stone on which to carve his life.

Like all good teachers, the world repeats her lesson. Over and over ...with wordless variety... She spells the name of Love.

Life is in the living. Love is in the giving.

Peace is the harvest of love as war is the fruit of hate.

A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl.

Where is the yesterday that worried us so.

Your strength lies in your Hope. Your salvation lies in your Faith.