There Is A Place Where Words Are

Practice Patience; It Is The Essence Of Praise. Have Patience, For That Is True Worship. No Other Worship Is Worth As Much. Have Patience; Patience Is The Key To All Relief.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.