“Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.”
“Oh dear white children, casual as birds,Playing among the ruined languages,So small beside their large confusing words.”
“O dear white children casual as birds,Playing among the ruined languages,So small beside their large confusing words,So gay against the greater silencesOf dreadful things you did…”
“O heavenly Father,protect and bless all thingsthat have breath: guard themfrom all evil and let them sleep in peace.”
“The perception of what is small is (the secret of clear- sightedness; the guarding of what is soft and tender is (the secret of) strength.”
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”