The gift of contemplation is eternally given; it is always there... It is that moment when the ache in my heart becomes so intense that I can no longer bear it. And in that moment, I cry out in my agony to the One I never knew and have always known. It is the moment when the depth of the ache becomes the depth of the knowing, the moment when I know that I am in the Presence of God.
~ from THE SMELL OF INCENSE, THE SOUND OF SILENCE by John W. Groff, Jr.
Who walks with beauty has no need of fear; The sun and moon and stars keep pace . . . Invisible hands restore the ruined year, And time, itself, grows beautifully dim.
