“We are not promised skies always blue, but a Helper to see us through.”

“Did you see the frightened ones,Did you hear the falling bombs,Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter in the promise of a brave new world unfurlled beaneath the clear blue skies.Good bye blue skies.”

“Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”

“Indeed, mother, you are always our helper.""For what else are we born?”

“Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?”

“The sky is always a shade of blue.”