Your best endeavors are nurtured by Us like seeds.
Blessed are the paths of beauty;
The thirst of the world must be quenched.
The miracle of New Life is obscured by tatters, yet it lives.
Fear not the scum of life;
When the pot is boiling, the scum swirls to the top.
On the path of podvig there can be no fear,
Yet the fire of the heart illumines the way of truth.
The truth of Eternity is in beauty of the spirit.
The spirit knows where beauty is. (LOMG I (opens in new tab), 350)