There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. - Richard Crashaw,

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death