Publisher's Synopsis
Her presence runs in the waters, plays in the skies and in the leaves and the trees and the flowers. Hers is the subtle mind of the starlight, and of the white descending snowfall, which shades into the mute music of the sun. She is birdsong at twilight, the rhythm of the tides, and she breathes in the turning seasons of the year. Likewise she is at once the river of thought, of the blood, of time, of wisdom and of dreams. Hers is the munificence which lights our ways, and hers too is the sacred power and the white silent will, of a blessing which can push its way through mud and through thorns, to leave us wondering at the lotus or the rose.
