There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
~ Minnie Aumonier
He stepped back and breathed more slowly, and what he saw, lit by warning washes of honey and gold, was a respite in stillness from the unacknowledged acts of women to hallow home. That stillness today, he thought, might be all he would ever know of the Realm of Heaven.