There is greatness in doing something you hate for the sake of someone you love. 

(~Shmuley Boteach)

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends. 

(~Alphonse de Lamartine)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. 

(~Robert Frost)

"For all the music in this world, wait until you hear Jesus... singing over you."
(~C. Davis, New City Church, Columbus, OH)

Easy is a soul word, not a circumstance word. The soul was not made for an easy life. The soul was made for an easy yoke.
(~John Ortberg)

SOMETHING TOLD THE WILD GEESE

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, "snow."


Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, "frost."


All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.


Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
(~Rachel Field)

God of life,
there are days when the burdens we carry
are heavy on our shoulders and weigh us down,
when the road seems dreary and endless,
the skies gray and threatening,
when our lives have no music in them,
and our hearts are lonely,
and our souls have lost their courage.

Flood the path with light, 
turn our eyes to where the skies are full of promise;
tune our hearts to brave music;
give us the sense of comradeship
with heroes and saints of every age;
and so quicken our spirits 
that we may be able to encourage
the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life,
to your honor and glory.
Amen.
(~St. Augustine)