There is peace in play.

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

Then an odd thing happened. Britney put her finger on the ridge of the painted glass and rubbed it. It made a perfect noise. The kind of noise that goes on and on as a beautiful noise does once it has wrung the ear. It was the chord of the wild sea.

Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.

We must only believe.

Sometimes, it's important to turn off the noise from the outside world. Sometimes, it's critical to stop the banter even within oneself. Intentional solitude and quiet can make us strong for tomorrow.

More than happiness or joy or lower blood pressure, the practice of God’s presence gives us meaning. Through this practice we become more closely aligned with Jesus and we learn His desire for us more completely.Life can be hard. The Practice of The Presence of God makes it easier. As Brother Lawrence said, “There is not in the world a kind of life more sweet and delightful than that of a continual conversation with God.

God requires solitude and quiet – this is part of the way He instructs us to pray to Him. We are obligated through our Love to worship Him as He sees fit. This is not the law. This is the language of Love: we love Him in the way He chooses for us to Love Him.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

She became the bad company that she kept.

Since that night you walked through my dreams, the world is full of magic things.

Because you tred upon my dreams, the world is made of magic things.

I am a follower of Jesus and a student of the Buddha.

I am a follower of Jesus and a student of the Buddha. Why is that so hard for my fellow Christians to grasp?

The devout life does not solely entail living as a monk or ascetic, though that is fine. The devout life requires bringing God into all things.

When in doubt, look to Jesus.

He is Jesus, only. God has revealed Himself to us through Jesus. Jesus is what God wanted us to know and to love. He is not Napoleon the Great. He is not Alexander the Great. He is Jesus only. He is enough. My purpose in life is to worship Jesus and, in so doing, become more Christ-like

The greatest gift we have ever received, and ever will or could receive, is the Spirit of God Himself. He enters the essence of our human form and changes us from within. He fills us with joy, love and peace. He subdues our passions and transforms our very being into the likeness of Christ.

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.

Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.

Through science, she could reach anyone at anytime around the world, but no one seemed to know what to say.

Darkness is not forever, eventually there will be stars.

Love is the reason why, even in suffering, we smile.

Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and the shining seas of the Atlantic. It wafted past the London Pier. Young Britney wanted all of Nod to hear.

Where they had once ambled alone, they now walked together home.

For happy are the merciful for they shall, too, know mercy.

They would be a duet. They would be happy. What is happy, anyways?

The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of Love. Along that river is the tree of heaven.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.

You are the apple of Love’s eye.

Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!

Somehow, the days of summer with their glimmering enchantment of dancing ladybugs and sailing clouds had faded into grey. Maddie’s heart had somehow faded with it.

I no longer belong to your ways. My religion is love. Every heart is my church.

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn’t a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses.

In the river swam the gleaming fish, which were meant for water, just as humankind is meant for love.

He tossed a word like a ball, never letting it fall. Instead it swam in the air, without care, strung together with an art that came straight from his heart.

The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

Sometimes there were troubles but no one can be a hero without the heart being torn open.

Oh come, ‘though you have broken your promises a hundred times…Come home, stranger and alien, come home to me….Come home, space traveler, lover of leaving for I am here...

The Music blows wherever Music pleases, you hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where the Music comes from or where the Music is going.

While the Holy Spirit is hidden, He is never, ever absent

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.

There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes

Be patient, child!” said the Music. “But she will forget me.” “Do not worry, child. I am there. I shall not forget.”And she stared out at the planets and gentle stars and the galaxies and became forlorn for she had known a special love.“The Universe is so large, just look at it!” she cried. “Believe.” The Music sang.

It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-nots and the countless stars.

She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.

There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word became the only word of their romantic conversation.

Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.