Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Art awakens a sense of real by establishing an intimate relationship between our inner being and the universe at large, bringing us a consciousness of deep joy.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy and Nutrition, University of Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, Canada I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy, I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.