Submitted by Larry on Tue, 2009-06-23 15:58
When the heart of a mystic flies, love is everywhere. When the heart of a mystic flies so high that it is lost in heaven, God brings the mystic's heart back and gently places it in his chest filled with ten times more love than it had before it left.—J
Submitted by Larry on Mon, 2009-06-22 17:19
Last month, I was walking through the park and saw many families and friends enjoying the ease of a sunny afternoon. The picnic tables were scattered beneath the spreading arms of a stand of oak trees. Food was sizzling on the grills. There was laughter. Children ran rampant. I noticed one boy who was just slightly larger than the rest in his group getting a little rough with one of the other boys. Soon they were rolling on the grass in an all-out fight. An adult saw the conflict and broke them apart.
"We were just playing," the boys told her.
