There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.
East, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of-and forth!
I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling Lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass The clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods.
It's in my music, and its on my mind all the time. To spread love, healing peace and joy is my mission in life - and so I speak up.
"Americans do not presume to equate God's purposes with any purpose of our own. . . . "[Prayer] teaches us to trust, to accept that God's plan unfolds in his time, not our own.
It's a sad day in America when foreign governments with deep pockets have more influence in our own country than our great citizens.
Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.