Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

Jesus Was Lost In His Love For God.

Indeed Envy Is A Defect; Worse Than Any Other.

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.