Jesus Was Lost In His Love For

The Images We Create Could Turn Into Wild Beasts And Tear Us To Pieces.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

It Is As If A King Had Sent You To A Country To Carry Out One Special, Specific Task. You Go To The Country And You Perform A Hundred Other Tasks, But If You Have Not Performed The Task You Were Sent For, It Is As If You Have Done Nothing At All. So People Have Come Into The World For Particular Tasks, And That Is Our Purpose. If We Don't Perform It, We Will Have Done Nothing.