What one heart finds hard to believe, a hundred find easy.
Faith takes root in the insignificant.
the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
I haven't a clue how my story will end, but that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, that's when you discover the stars.
We don't really understand something until we have forgotten it.
If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire.