You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.

Faith In The King Comes Easily In Lovely Times, But Be Faithful Now And Endure, Pale Lover.

When Something Goes Wrong, Accuse Yourself First. Even The Wisdom Of Plato Or Solomon Can Wobble And Go Blind