Life Death All Does End And Each

And For All This, Nature Is Never Spent; There Lives The Dearest Freshness Deep Down Things; And Though The Last Lights Off The Black West Went Oh, Morning, At The Brown Brink Eastward, Springs— Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent World Broods With Warm Breast And With Ah! Bright Wings.

Your Personal Boundaries Protect The Inner Core Of Your Identity And Your Right To Choices.

I Do Not Write For The Public. You Are My Public And I Hope To Convert You.

Give Beauty Back, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Back To God, Beauty's Self And Beauty's Giver.

The Best Ideal Is The True And Other Truth Is None. All Glory Be Ascribed To The Holy Three In One.