Submerged silken threads woven into ancient rhythms unleash their power.

Come not seldom thought, wholly seen, immense disturbances which belie much angst, for which elegant waters radiate serenity.

Tears deluge the earth, swollen with grief, reclaiming what is lost.

The notes blow long and loud, with wondrous effect on all the world.

Night is long, but day is brilliant

The world awaits His majesty:  He sends His couriers to repair what is broken, to love the Earth, to give back, to love what has been given.

When we are repairing the world, we are not alone in our efforts; all the forces of good come to our aid.