I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

Your Breath Touched My Soul And I Saw Beyond All Limits.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.