No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.
~ C.S. Lewis in OF OTHER WORLDS
Everything faded -- beside
The light which bathed and warmed, the Presence
Your being had opened to. Where it shone,
Their life was, and abundantly; it touched
Your dullest task and the tasks were easy.
Joyful, absorbed,
You "'practiced the presence of God" as a Musician
Practices hour after hour his art:
"A stone before the carver,"
You "entered into yourself."