I Have All That I Lost And

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.

There Is The Joy Of Being Healthy And Fair, But There Is Overall The Beauty, The Immense Joy Of Being Useful.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

I Have A Faithful Joy And A Joy That Is Lost. One Is Like A Rose, The Other, A Thorn. The One That Was Stolen I Have Not Lost.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe