The heart can't wait to speak of this ecstasy
The soul is kissing the earth, saying,
Oh God, what a blessing!
~ Rumi
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine,
Under every grief and pine,
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so,
We were made for joy and woe,
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.