The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song - A Song That Lives In The Seed Of My Heart. It Refuses To Melt With Ink On Parchment; It Engulfs My Affection In A Transparent Cloak And Flows, But Not Upon My Lips.

The True Wealth Of A Nation Lies Not In It's Gold Or Silver But In It's Learning, Wisdom And In The Uprightness Of Its Sons.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.