Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head

Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A Treasure.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.