War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless,

What Is The Body? That Shadow Of A Shadow Of Your Love, That Somehow Contains The Entire Universe.

We Should Ask God To Help Us Toward Manners. Inner Gifts Do Not Find Their Way To Creatures Without Just Respect.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.