Jesus Was Lost In His Love For

In The Middle Of My Heart, A Star Appeared, And The Seven Heavens Were Lost In Its Brilliance.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

The Water Has A Water That Is Driving It; The Spirit Has A Spirit That Is Calling It.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

I Said To The Night, "if You Are In Love With The Moon, It Is Because You Never Stay For Long." The Night Turned To Me And Said, "it Is Not My Fault. I Never See The Sun, How Can I Know That Love Is Endless?