Take a moment to consider why we are here while the grandeur overwhelms you.

The people are blessed when rivers of gold remember the pathways of peace that begin in the heart at prayer.

We begin by praying with scarcely a thought about what we are saying; the words divide our attention between longing and divine help.

Prayer is an opening, spellbinding, spirit-filled, centered.

When the world began, a prayer was started that went round the world.

The realm we live in needs sustenance from above; in prayer we ascend and descend bringing goodness into the world.

The stillness of the heart is the place of prayer

The way to prayer is through the heart; the heart knows the way.

Where the wild things grow in the heart of man, woman, and child, there are remarkable gifts of spirit waiting to be tapped.

Tenderness gentles the soul beleaguered and pressed; we are spent and weary, but the spirit restores us completely.

Stable the ground we walk on; turbulent the times we live in; such are the ways of spirit.

When life disappoints us, when no one can comprehend the agony, it is hope that visits in the night to remind us that there are treasures yet to be discovered; the spirit grown sad glows once again.

Clay and breath without spirit know no joy; those without joy know no peace in this life.

Resilience matters; as the morning breeze finds the hollow in the branches moving them ever so gently, so may our hearts move with the spirit.

Suffering leaves a mark upon the body, mind, and soul; gentle the spirit that you may notice.

Suffering shares its home among the pages of time which nonetheless carries infinite shadows and softness.

Whence came quiet sounds in the night that linger long in the soul of the dreamer of dreams?

Churning within the channels opens the way for energy to find its way among the substantial streams again.

Refreshment of the soul is laid with love for a plethora of rivers of light.

The clean lines of earthen fields of luscious green enliven the spirit and color the soul with purpose.