As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories