“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” — Mary Jean Irion
Goodbye my good friend summer! "For the time to trust is when we stand alone and summer birds have flown"
In the the still air music lies unheard, in the rough marble beauty hides unseen; to make the music and the beauty needs the Master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with Your skillful hands; let not the music that is within us die! Great Sculptor, hew and polish us, nor let hidden and lost, Your form within us die