Now I Am Sober And There's Only

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

Lovers O Lovers, Lovers It Is Time To Set Out From The World. I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depths Of The Stars. Our Camel Driver Is At Work; The Caravan Is Being Readied. He Asks That We Forgive Him For The Disturbance He Has Caused Us, He Asks Why We Travellers Are Asleep. Everywhere The Murmur Of Departure; The Stars, Like Candles Thrust At Us From Behind Blue Veils, And As If To Make The Invisible Plain, A Wondrous People Have Come Forth.