Forgive Us All, For We All Have

For Who Can Stop The Heart From Breaking?

In The Deserted Harbour There Is Yet Water That Laps Against The Quays. In The Dark And Silent Forest, There Is A Leaf That Falls. Behind The Polished Panelling The White Ant Eats Away The Wood. Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools

And Were Your Back As Broad As Heaven, And Your Purse Full Of Gold, And Did Your Compassion Reach From Here To Hell Itself, There Is Nothing You Can Do.

Now God Be Thanked That The Name Of A Hill Is Such Music, That The Name Of A River Can Heal.

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey,a Terrible Journey, But Sorrow Is At Least An Arrival. When The Storm Threatens, A Man Is Afraid For His House. But When The House Is Destroyed, There Is Something To Do. About A Storm He Can Do Nothing, But He Can Rebuild A House.