I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning,

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark