What Is The Body? That Shadow Of

Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance Of Love.

No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.