Travelers, it is late. Life’s sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings.
All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes. I need more grace than I thought.
Whistle While You Work
When you are laboring for others let it be with the same zeal as if it were for yourself.