You Are The Bows From Which Your

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

You Are Good When You Walk To Your Goal Firmly And With Bold Steps. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Go Thither Limping. For Those Who Limp Go Not Backwards. But You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

Love Is Life Sharing, Not For Hurt, Love Is Alive Both Not Ambiguous. Love Is Whole Life, Not An Affair.