I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

The Rewards Of Life And Devotion To God Are Love And Inner Rapture, And The Capacity To Receive The Light Of God.

We Came Whirling Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust... The Stars Made A Circle, And In The Middle, We Dance.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.