Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep.

The Sun Teaches To All Things That Grow Their Longing For The Light. But It Is Night That Raises Them To The Stars.