spoonful of lightheartedness
in a pot of love
let’s be swans
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
Prologue to Through the Looking Glass
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Song of Songs 3:6
You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
beautiful in every way.
Song of Songs 4:7
The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber, facing the sun-rising. The name of the chamber was Peace.
The Pilgrim’s Progress, John Bunyan
The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.