From There We Came Outside

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

No Man May Be So Cursed By Priest Or Pope But What The Eternal Love May Still Return While Any Thread Of Green Lives On In Hope.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.