The Truly Just Is He Who Feels

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

What Is This World That Is Hastening Me Toward I Know Not What, Viewing Me With Contempt?

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.