Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

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

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Poems On Love Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty. Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom. Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

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