I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

Anyone Who Genuinely And Consistently With Both Hands Look For Something, Will Find It.

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.