We Rise To Greet It

With ourselves glued to its window

let us paint its moments that feed our soul.

. . . . .

The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live.

– Auguste Rodin

. . . . .

From bitter searching of the heart,

Quickened with passion and with pain

We rise to play a greater part.

This is the faith from which we start…

– Leonard Cohen