Sometimes You Hear A Voice Through The

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

My Sight My Heart My Life All Three Words I Have Woven Into One ... Love.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

The Body's A Mirror Of Heaven: Its Energies Make Angels Jealous. Our Purity Astounds Seraphim. Devils Shiver At Our Nerve.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.