Treasures And Armies Do Not Make A

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

What Comes, Will Go. What Is Found, Will Be Lost Again. But What You Are Is Beyond Coming And Going And Beyond Description.

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