Over Every Mountain There Is A Path,

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.