When You Are Born, Your Work Is

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.