Like the sap in the shrub growing to be a flower,
like the dark silent night changing to a sweet morning,
like the stone becoming a gem,
so does the human grows into goodness.
Just as the blooming of the wild flower is in solitude and anonymity, so is goodness. It is not a cheap communal property, to be owned and discarded for convenience. It comes when it comes and it leaves when it leaves.
Like our friend Wordsworth pointed out : "To see the world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower ; Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. And eternity in an hour."
like the dark silent night changing to a sweet morning,
like the stone becoming a gem,
so does the human grows into goodness.
Just as the blooming of the wild flower is in solitude and anonymity, so is goodness. It is not a cheap communal property, to be owned and discarded for convenience. It comes when it comes and it leaves when it leaves.
Like our friend Wordsworth pointed out : "To see the world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower ; Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. And eternity in an hour."