You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay one invincible summer."
A Christian's life may be the only Bible some people ever read.
"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them" Maya Angelou.
I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ" Gandhi