The Old Should Be Explorers, Be Curious,

There's No Vocabulary For Love Within A Family, Love That's Lived In But Not Looked At, Love Within The Light Of Which All Else Is Seen, The Love Within Which All Other Love Finds Speech. This Love Is Silent.

He Who Was Living Is Now Dead We Who Were Living Are Now Dying With A Little Patience.

I Say To You: Make Perfect Your Will. / I Say: Take No Thought Of The Harvest, / But Only Of Proper Sowing.

The True Church Can Never Fail. For It Is Based Upon A Rock.

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.