The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

If our lives are truly "hid with Christ in God," the astounding thing is that this hiddenness is revealed in all that we do and say and write. What we are is going to be visible in our art, no matter how secular (on the surface) the subject may be.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.

It was not an end, it was a beginging