— Mother Teresa
Posted 1 day agoDeath looses all sadness in the presence of an eternal kingdom. It becomes a celebration of not only what was, but what now gloriously is. For this my knees crumble and I am forever grateful
I have a real sense of fondness towards to moon. It is so committed, so reliable In it’s ability to signify the night and keep in orbit around our earth- yet at the very same time it is unpredictable. Some nights the full moon shines so bright it seems a play on the lightness of day, some nights it is so soft and dull it is an effort to determine it’s shape. I love the moon for it’s perfect mix, I know it will arrive each night. Each night with a new shape, a new brightness, a new beauty