Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

Be Patient Where You Sit In The Dark. The Dawn Is Coming

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy