Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? less than 1 minute read
Once I knew only darkness and stillness… my life was without past or future… but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living. less than 1 minute read
God sleeps in the minerals, awakens in plants, walks in animals, and thinks in man. less than 1 minute read
It was Public Art, defined as art that is purchased by experts who are not spending their own personal money. less than 1 minute read
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements. less than 1 minute read
