“Each heart is a pilgrim,Each one wants to knowThe reason why the winds dieAnd where the stories go.Pilgrim, in your journeyYou may travel far,For pilgrim it's a long wayTo find out who you are...”

“Grief is like a long journeyYou wake each morning in a different place”

“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”

“Now you will no longer fear the storm, for you find shelter in each other. Now the cold cannot harm you, for you warm each other with love. Now when strength fails, you will be the wind at the other's back. Now the darkness holds no danger, for you will be the light to each other's path. Now you will defy despair, for you will bring hope to each other's heart. Now there will be no loneliness, for there will always be a hand reaching out to hold you when all seems darkest. Where there were two paths, there is now one. May your days together be long upon the earth, and each day blessed with joy in each other.”

“It is imperative that the past of the pilgrims' progress be intentionally carried forward into the present as we work into our future. Without it we cannot know who we are, why we are here, or where we can go. Without a common past to live out of we become aimless and wandering individuals instead of a pilgrim people.”

“The pilgrims continue to come. Only God knows what each one of us brings, and with what kind of heart. We come mystically to this cave. We know the mess we bring and the often distracted heart that brings it. But this is all we have--all we are. One stretches out his arms to receive.”