Here’s another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated

Here’s another poem,
like all others before and after,
dedicated to you.
There isn’t anything left to be said
but I will spend my life
trying to put you into words.
You who is every goodness,
every optimism
and hope.
Your love is a better fate for me
than anything I could wish for.
If you are a part of me,
then you?re the best part.
And if you’re separate from me,
then you are my destination.
But I?ve become a weary traveller,
so please,
let us never be apart.
— Kamand Kojouri

Why must people kneel down to pray? If

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I?ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky?up?up?up?into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables