Take time to play . . .
it is the secret of youth.
Take time for friendship . . .
it strengthens the spirit.
Take time to think . . .
it is the source of power.
Take time to dream . . .
it hitches the soul to the stars.
Take time.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day and dances in rhythmic measure. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the Earth into the numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of flowers.
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait... At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
