[bootless]

Au revoir, indeed. From "Wind, Sand and Stars":

"To come to man's estate it is not necessary to getoneself killed round Madrid, or to fly mail planes, or to struggle wearily in the snows out of respect for the dignity of life. The man who can see the miraculous in a poem, who can take pure joy from music, who can break his bread with comrades, opens his window to the same refreshing wind off the sea. He too learns a language of men.

But too many men are left unawakened."

[aculeus]

Belated ping.

[TrueBeliever9]

The man who can see the miraculous in a poem, who can take pure joy from music, who can break his bread with comrades, opens his window to the same refreshing wind off the sea. He too learns a language of men. But too many men are left unawakened."

Oh yes! All gifts from a loving LORD - words (poems), music, bread, wind and sea - the language of love and healing.