That Deed Which In Our Guilt We

He Who Listens To Truth Is Not Less Than He Who Utters Truth.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.