Your House Is Your Larger Body.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

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

I Purified My Lips With Sacred Fire That I Might Speak Of Love, But When I Opened My Mouth To Speak, I Found Myself Mute.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.