For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness