Art

Oscar Wilde once said, “It is through art and through art only that we can realize our perfection; through art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.” I would go one step further and say that not only does art protect us from the jeopardies of the world, it teaches us, strengthens us, and allows us to participate in all the wonderful and excruciating emotions of our actual existence. We have seen this throughout civilization; artwork of all kinds, paintings, sculptures, poems, plays, etc., through the generations, depicting our deepest depths of…

The world may never notice If a rosebud doesn’t bloom: Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms, Or ever comes to be Touches the World in some small way For all eternity. The little ones we longed for Were swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted Is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty, Our hearts know what to do Every beating of my heart says “I Remember You” Author unknown