Sunday, October 26, 2008
"STRANGE AND FOOLISH WALLS"
The years of all of us are short, our lives precarious.
*Our days and nights go hurrying on and there is scarcely time to do the
little that we might.*
Yet we find time for bitterness, for petty treason and evasion.
* What can we do to stretch our hearts enough to lose their littleness!*
Here we are -- all of us-- all upon this planet, bound together in a common
* Living our lives between the briefness of the daylight and the dark.*
Kindred in this, each lighted by the same precarious, flickering flame of
life, how does it happen that we are not kindred in all things else?
*How strange and foolish are the walls of separation that divide us!*
A. Powell Davies