In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its

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

Those With Open Hearts Always Have Open Hands.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

The Angel Is Free Because Of His Knowledge, The Beast Because Of His Ignorance. Between The Two Remains The Son Of Man To Struggle.