From His Tongue Flowed Speech

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Have Patience, Heart.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.