Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.