The beauty of Your creation is
painted in my interior as
a colorful Voice.

And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass,
In the blue serenity of the sky.

I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy
I woke and saw that life was service
I acted and behold! service was joy.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

From the forest branches fading
        birdsong offered
Self-sacrifice to a huge silence.
Dark formlessness settled over all
        diversity
Of land and water.  As shadows, as particles,
        my body
Fused with endless night.  I came to rest
At the altar of the stars.  Alone, amazed,
        I stared
Upwards with hands clasped and said,
        "Sun, you have removed
Your rays: show now your loveliest,
        kindlier form
That I may see the Person who dwells in
        me as in you."
 

Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs.
It was they who led me from door to door,
and with them I have felt about me,
searching and touching my worlds.
It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt;
they showed me secret paths
they brought before my sight
many a star on the horizon of my heart.