Love Is Its Own Reward.

To Be Unknown To God Is Altogether Too Much Privacy.

Love Winter When The Plant Says Nothing.

One Opens The Inner Doors Of One's Heart To The Infinite Silences Of The Spirit, Out Of Whose Abysses Love Wells Up Without Fail And Gives Itself To All.

God, Have Mercy On Me In The Blindness In Which I Hope I Am Seeking You!

In Our Creation, God Asked A Question And In Our Truly Living; God Answers The Question.