These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.
To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.
In death the many become one; in life the one become many.
Our creation is the modification of relationship.
Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.