You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.

Last Night I Learned How To Be A Lover Of God. To Live In This World And Call Nothing My Own.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

The Final Flight Make Your Last Journey From This Strange World Soar For The Heights Where There Is No More God Has Created Your Wings Not To Be Dormant As Long As You Are Alive You Must Try More And More To Use Your Wings To Show You're Alive.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.