God Draws Straight With Crooked Lines.

If There Is Not Laughter In Intimacy, It Becomes Heavy, Burdensome, And Dull. At My Best Moments, The Love Dialogue I Try To Carry On With You Each Day Is Comic-what Could Be More Comic Than A Human Addressing The Ground Of Being As An Intimate? It's A Kind Of Blasphemy That I Dare Because You Have Called For It, And That Is Pretty Humorous, Too.

I Have Terrible Handwriting. I Now Say It's A Learning Disability... But A Nun Who Was A Very Troubled Woman Hit Me Over The Fingers With A Ruler Because My Writing Was So Bad.

When I Can Go Just Where I Want To Go, There Is A Copse Of Birch Trees That I Know; And, As In Eden Adam Walked With God, When In That Quiet Aisle My Feet Have Trod I Have Found Peace Among The Silver Trees, Known Comfort In The Cool Kiss Of The Breeze Heard Music In Its Whisper, And Have Known Most Certainly That I Was Not Alone!

My Songs Will Pass And Be Forgotten. What Counts, However, Is That I Sang Them.

It Is Possible To Begin Again. It Is Hard, And We Never Do It Perfectly, But It Can Be Done.