The Garden Of The World Has No

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

The Wealth Within You, Your Essence, Is Your Kingdom.

God Does Not Look At Your Outer Forms, But At The Love Within Your Love.

War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless, And Contemptible.