“Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds... Lonely trees are not lonely!” LightSongCompanyTreeWindMoonEternalBirdShadowLonelyCloudsLonely Trees Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan
“Give me bitter years of sickness, Suffocation, insomnia, fever, Take my child and my lover, And my mysterious gift of song This I pray at your liturgy After so many tormented days, So that the stormcloud over darkened Russia Might become a cloud of glorious rays.” GivingYearsChildrenMightSongPrayingLoversGive MeCloudsRussiaBitterMysteriousMy ChildrenGloriousSicknessRaysInsomniaI PrayFeverLiturgyMy Lover Book:A stranger to heaven and earth: poems of Anna Akhmatova Source: A stranger to heaven and earth: poems of Anna Akhmatova
“Seek to make life henceforth a consecrated thing; that so, when the sunset is nearing, with its murky vapors and lowering skies, the very clouds of sorrow may be fringed with golden light. Thus will the song in the house of your pilgrimage be always the truest harmony. It will be composed of no jarring, discordant notes; but with all its varied tones will form one sustained, life-long melody; dropped for a moment in death, only to be resumed with the angels, and blended with the everlasting cadences of your Father's house.” MayLongMomentsLightFormSongFatherHouseSkySorrowAngelHarmonyNotesCloudsGoldenToneSunsetMelodyEverlastingLong LifeTruestPilgrimageVaporCadenceConsecrationGolden Light Author:John Ross Macduff