I Am In The House Of Mercy,

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.

Love Is The Bridge Between You And Everything.

Even When You Tear Its Petals Off One After Another, The Rose Keeps Laughing And Doesn’t Bend In Pain. “why Should I Be Afflicted Because Of A Thorn? It Is The Thorn Which Taught Me How To Laugh.” Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To You In A Hundred Silent Ways.