Did I ever tell you how much I love poetry? Let me remind you..
"And I said in underbreath —
All our life is mixed with death, —
And who knoweth which is best?
And I smiled to think God's greatness
Flowed around our incompleteness, —
Round our restlessness, His rest."
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more, from the first similitude."
"Grief may be joy misunderstood;
Only the Good discerns the good.
I trust Thee while my days go on."
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(There are more from EBB, but I decided to limit to these for now. =) I can't help it..sometimes I just get caught up in it all. She's definitely worth looking up.)