Home Is The Place Where They Have

When You Hold A Child To Your Breast To Nurse, The Curve Of The Little Head Echoes Exactly The Curve Of The Breast It Suckles, As Though This New Person Truly Mirrors The Flesh From Which It Sprang.

We Are Bound, You And I, And Nothing On This Earth Shall Part Me From You.

The Past Is Gone-the Future Is Not Come. And We Are Here Together, You And I.

With That Height, Plus A Face Of An Ugliness So Transcendant As To Be Grotesquely Beautiful, It Was Obvious Why She Had Embraced A Religious Life--christ Was The Only Man From Whom She Might Expect Embrace In Return.

Healing Comes From The Healed; Not From The Physician.