Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive out the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even wil lhave none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps afraid of the night? Do they fear that fast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?
The Outermost House
by Henry Beston
If you begin to live life looking for the God that is all around you, every moment becomes a prayer.
"That's the Spirit"
by Frank Bianco