A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

Awake Asleep Ought To Be With Us - So He May See Dreams In Wakefulness.

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.

Our Purpose Here On Earth: To Manifest The Very Nature Of Our Spirit, Which Is Touched By The Spirit Of God.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.