stages of life on Moon

Leader: Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! People: You have set your glory above the heavens! Leader: From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, ...

Leader: O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! People: You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength Leade...

Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens. Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemi...

A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.

Turn to the sun rising above your head or the leaves of the deciduous trees falling to the ground and think, "In the same way there is a rhythm to nature, I have rhythms too."

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness

A child is a beam of sunlight from the Infinite and Eternal, with possibilities of virtue and vice, but as yet unstained.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the break of day. The busy tribes of flesh and blood With all their cares and fears, Are carried downw...

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky the gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

Leader: Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you. People: For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the Lord will ar...

On this night we ask for one thing only: that you collect our scattered thoughts, getting rid of the confused and defiant thoughts that may distract us, and thus enable us to concentrate on your limit...

The Lord has turned all our sunsets into sunrises.

The angels, whispering to one another Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother”

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, tho’, in another dress. And as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

God who brings the cleansing rain saturate our thirsty bones with the milk of mercy sweet with the blood that brings us home God who rules the fiery sun kindle now our brittle hearts set ablaze our t...

It is the prerogative and charm of beauty to win hearts.

The flower of youth never appears more beautiful than when it bends toward the sun of righteousness.

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise. There is glory within ea...

Good people will mirror goodness in us, which is why we love them so much, Not so mature people will mirror their own unlived and confused life unto us, which is why they confuse and confound us so mu...

We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts”

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

He remembers our frame and knows that we are dust. He may sometimes chasten us, it is true, but even this He does with a smile, the proud, tender smile of a Father who is bursting with pleasure over a...

Lord our Lord – How majestic is Your name in all the earth. The sun’s light is but a dim flicker next to the brightness of Your glory. Your care is far more intimate than that of a mother sparrow hove...

As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

All that I am, or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see.