Gold Hath No Lustre Of

What Does The Poor Man Do At The Rich Man's Door, The Sick Man In The Presence Of His Physician, The Thirsty Man At A Limpid Stream? What They Do, I Do Before The Eucharistic God. I Pray. I Adore. I Love.

The Journey Is Essential To The Dream.

...in This World I Cannot See The Most High Son Of God With My Own Eyes, Except For His Most Holy Body And Blood.

No One Is To Be Called An Enemy, All Are Your Benefactors, And No One Does You Harm. You Have No Enemy Except Yourselves.

Be Praised, O My Lord By Brother Wind, By Air And Cloud And Every Clime To Whom Thou Givest Sustenance Unto Their Kind.