O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How

I Did Not Die, And Yet I Lost Life’s Breath

I Am Made Of God, Through His Grace. Such That Your Misery Touches Me Not, Nor Does Flame Of That Burning Assail Me.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

Worldly Fame Is But A Breath Of Wind That Blows Now This Way, And Now That, And Changes Name As It Changes Direction.

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.