The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His

I Want To Apologize For Plaguing You With So Many Telephone Calls Last November And December. When The 'enthusiasm' Is Coming On Me It Is Accompanied By A Feverish Reaching Out To My Friends. After Its Over I Wince And Wither.

We Are All Old-timers, Each Of Us Holds A Locked Razor.

What Can The Dove Of Jesus Give You Now But Wisdom, Exile? Stand And Live, The Dove Has Brought An Olive Branch To Eat.

The Scythers, Time And Death, Helmed Locusts, Move Upon The Tree Of Breath

In The End, There Is No End.