I recently opened a book entitled “Cowper’s Poetical Works” and in the front was the inscription,

Harriet Mary Hooper
from her affectionate Cousin
Elizabeth Wood, Nov 15th 1860.

To think this book was in the hands of that young lady over 150 years ago and now we share the delight of reading from it.

Wouldst thou go forth to bless?
– be sure of thine own ground!

Fix well thy centre first,
then draw thy circles round!

R C Trench

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

William Blake, “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”,
VIII The Clod and the Pebble.

There is a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in

Leonard Cohen “Anthem”

Many hands make light work …

the light shone in the darkness and the darkness did not overcome it.

“there are many things that can only be seen through eyes that have cried”

Oscar Romero