You wouldn't think It would be so easy To forget Who we really are Or that death is always at our shoulder Or that everything is alive Or that God is everywhere singing.
Over all the mountaintops is peace, In all the treetops, scarcely a breath; The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; you, too, will have peace.
An individual must hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a beautiful picture everyday in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of Beauty which God has implanted in the human soul.
