A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.