Celtic Wisdom: The Poetry and Prose of a Mystic Tradition Book

This is a book you pick up and read a story here, or a story there. One story that stands out in my mind is about Rosa Goldberg, during WWII in a Jewish Ghetto in Shanghai, China right after the bombing of Pearl Harbor and Japan took control of Shanghai. The story picks up with Rosa Goldberg, an older woman, who would place her 3-legged stool in the alleyway each morning as the children and adults were leaving the Ghetto for school, errands or work. Rosa was friendly and knew each person by name, and as they emerged from their shabby accommodations she greeted each of us with a cheerful smile, a warm twinkle in her deep-brown eyes and in her "Jewish delicatessen" English accent dispatches us on our way with one bit of wisdom or another. Her message to me never varied. Each morning as I was on my way to our makeshift warehouse classroom, she would stop me, reach out her hand to grasp mine, pull me to a stop beside her side, look up into my face, and ask "So! What does Mrs. Goldberg tell you every day, little girl?"
Knowing her game well, I shook my head, voiced a quiet I-dont' know, and waited.
"Well, darlink, Mrs Goldberg will have to tell you again. Now listen and remember what I'm telling you" she instructed. "Go out and make a miracle today. God's busy, he can't do it all." Her face beamed up at me and she let go of my hand and gave me an encouraging pat on the back before sending me on my way. To this moment, every day of my life, each time I leave my house, I hear the raspy, heavy voice of Rosa Goldberg, calling to me, and I remember to go out and make a miracle today, God's busy, he can't do it all. This is the beautiful story I want to remember from this book!