How glorious is Your dwelling place
How glorious is Your dwelling place,
O Loving Creator of the universe!
There is a medieval belief that angels want to sing to us. It makes them happy to do so. All we have to do is listen.
How glorious is Your dwelling place,
O Loving Creator of the universe!
In the Middle Ages saunterers were considered saint de terre as they wandered the countryside.
When the word weds silence,
It becomes a prayer
Silence is also speech.
SILENCE is the strength and pace of the interior life.
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was important Work to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did. Somebody was angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
May the work you do make your heart sing,
and my the vocation you choose be LOVE.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
The soul of the universe is never seen;
its voice alone is heard ...
It has a gentle voice like a woman,
a voice so fine and gentle that
even children cannot become afraid.
What it says is,
"Be not afraid of the universe."