At The Temple There Is A Poem

Adversity Is Like A Strong Wind. I Don't Mean Just That It Holds Us Back From Places We Might Otherwise Go. It Also Tears Away From Us All But The Things That Cannot Be Torn, So That Afterward We See Ourselves As We Really Are.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.

It's Your Duty To Use What Influence You Have, Unless You Want To Drift Through Life Like A Fish Belly-up On The Stream" "i Wish I Could Believe That Life Really Is Something More Than A Stream That Carries Us Along, Belly-up" "alright, If It's A Stream, You're Still Free To Be In This Part Of It Or That Part, Aren't You? The Water Will Divide Again And Again. If You Bump, And Tussle, And Fight, And Make Use Of Whatever Advantages You Might Have-" "oh, That's Fine, I'm Sure, When You Have Advantages." "you'd Find Them Everywhere, If You Ever Bothered To Look!

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.

Of Course The Pace Of Change Never Slows, Even When We've Convinced Ourselves It Will.