A Quote by Else Lasker-Schuler

My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home. — © Else Lasker-Schuler
My breath hovers over the river of God - / Softly I set my foot / On the path to my long home.
How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.
What you'll need most is courage. It is not an easy path that you've set your foot upon.
The river where you set your foot just now is gone-those waters give way to this, now this.
As founder and co-chair of the upper Mississippi River Congressional task force, I have long sought to preserve the river's health and historical multiple uses, including as a natural waterway and a home to wildlife, for the benefit of future generations of Americans.
The voice of God whispers in the heart So softly That the soul pauses, Making no noise, And strives for these melodies, Distant, sighing, like faintest breath, And all the being is still to hear.
When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.
To connect with the great river we all need a path, but when you get down there there's only one river.
The most straightforward path would be if we could bring the cost of solar electric and wind down by another factor of say, three, and then have some miraculous storage solution, so that not only over the 24-hour day but over long periods of time where the wind doesn't blow, you have reliable energy. That's a path. But energy storage is hard. That's not a guaranteed path.
I long to set foot where no man has trod before.
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.
The only reason to have a 300-foot-long boat is because they're bigger than 200-foot-long boats.
Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path , to vanish into the vast sea of God.
On the path of love we don't feel we necessarily have control. In the yoga of love we feel it's only God who does everything. We can't breathe one breath without God.
Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.
The cross stands as a mystery because it is foreign to everything we exalt- self over principle, power over meekness, the quick fix over the long haul, cover-up over confession, escapism over confrontation, conform over sacrifice, feeling over commitment, legality over justice, the body over the spirit, anger over forgiveness, man over God.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.
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