“With such glad dreams I sought this holy place,
And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand
Before this supreme mystery of Love:
A kneeling girl with passionless pale face,
An angel with a lily in his hand,
And over both with outstretched wings the Dove.”
By: Oscar Wilde
Excerpt from: Ave Maria Plena Gratia
Where the heart does not enter; there can be no music.
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.
All the wonders you seek are within yourself.
Afternoon on a Hill
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!”
Renascence, and Other Poems
Edna St. Vincent Millay