We Have No Hope And Yet We

A Rapid Bolt Will Rend The Clouds Apart, And Every Single White Be Seared By Wounds. I Tell You This. I Want It All To Hurt.

The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint Of The Divine Goodness.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

In That Book Which Is My Memory, On The First Page Of The Chapter That Is The Day When I First Met You, Appear The Words, ‘here Begins A New Life’.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.