When We Talk About God, We’re Like

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

What Will Our Children Do In The Morning If They Do Not See Us Fly?