Sunday, November 06, 2005

There is a love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream, which dries up when it doesn’t rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.
Isaac of Nineveh (6th century)


alaiyo said...

Oh, nice! Thanks for posting this! I've been enjoying your recent posts, too; just too busy to stop lately to respond.



Fieldfleur said...

Thanks, Beth. You're a busy educator (etc etc etc). Hope it slows down soon (okay at holiday break at least:).

Take care,