Tuesday, July 11, 2017


"Every moment of this strange and lovely life, from dawn to dusk, is a miracle.
Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn.
Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.
The incense that rises with the sun, and the scents that die in the dark,
are all gathered, sooner or later, into the solitary fragrance that is God.
Faintly, elusively, that fragrance lingers over all of us."
 --Beverly Nichols