“Look at the shining of the water!” says the voice. Beyond the voice is a twinkling light A large river slowly flowing along. “What you prize is the shining o that water!”
“Look at the colors of those flowers!” says the voice. There are many flowers blooming here and there As if the season is gently smiling. “What you treasure are the colors of so many flowers!”
“Listen to those laughing voices!” says the voice. Coming from the avenue in the park I hear as it were the outburst of children’s laughing voices. “Those bright laughing voices you mustn’t ever forget!”
Wafting out a most delicious smell. Somewhere someone is baking cookies. A good smell. A nostalgic, sweet smell. “That wonderful smell of cookies you mustn’t ever forget!”
“Look at this book!” says the voice. The book is a book much loved by you children. A book I wish to be very, very often read and re-red. “In that book is what you prize. Your memories you mustn’t ever lose!”
“Look at that window!” says the voice. From that window looking up at the night sky You count the number of the stars. As you count the number of your hopes. “From that window you can see what you treasure. Your dreams you mustn’t ever lose!”
―― For you what is the thing you prize? “It is, I see, holding the hand of the one I love,” Says the voice. “Feel, it is so warm. The warmth of what I prize.”
―― For you what is the thing you treasure? “It is, I see, looking into the eyes of the one I love,” Says the voice. “Look, you are there in the eyes of the one you love.”
In the silent forest. Behind the large trees of the forest there are angels. It isn’t the sound of a breese. What you make out with your ears is the sound of angels’ wings.