I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible Thing; They Lie Who Say That Death Is Worse.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.