A Soulful Journey

Flower in the crannied wall,  I pluck you out of the crannies,  I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,  Little flower—but if I could understand  What you are, root and all, all in all,  I should know what God and man is. -Tennyson

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. -Alfred Tennyson