Joy is peace dancing, and peace is joy at rest.F.B. MeyerDaydream a spot of Sunrise on a stem—twirling, wavingLike a topaz gemstone on the tip of Solomon's scepterIn the green gush of growing,In the fresh-washed air hung up to dryIn the warm after-rain-noonDaydream a spot ofSyrupy sweetness on a stem—glowing, drippingLike orange sherbet of a child's... Continue Reading →