In Times Of Storm And

Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

The Whole Universe Was Stilled As If Listening For A Voice. For The Space Of One Heartbeat There Was Peace On Earth. For One Fraction Of A Moment There Was No Deed Of Violence Wrought On Earth, No Hatred, No Fire, No Whirlwind, No Pain, No Fear. Existence Rested Against The Heart Of God, Then Sighed And Journeyed Again.

Cleanliness', Chuckled Sir Benjamin, Noting His Great Niece's Delighted Smile As Her Eyes Rested Upon Him, 'comes Next To Godliness, Eh, Maria?

Not Quite Birds, As They Were Not Quite Flowers, Mysterious And Fascinating As Are All Indeterminate Creatures.

Because Of Course She Had Known She Must Go. She Always Did The Thing Because In Obedience Lay The Integrity That God Asked Of Her. If Anyone Had Asked Her What She Meant By Integrity She Would Not Have Been Able To Tell Them But She Had Seen It Once Like A Picture In Her Mind, A Root Going Down Into The Earth And Drinking Deeply There. No One Was Really Alive Without That Root.