What A Piece Of Bread Looks Like

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

Love Means To Reach For The Sky And With Every Breath To Tear A Hundred Veils. Love Means To Step Away From The Ego, To Open The Eyes Of Inner Vision And Not To Take This World So Seriously

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.