In That Book Which Is

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

In The Middle Of The Journey Of Our Life I Came To Myself Within A Dark Wood Where The Straight Way Was Lost.

Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

That Which Had Pleased Me Once, Troubled By Spirit.

As Flowerlets Drooped And Puckered In The Night Turn Up To The Returning Sun And Spread Their Petals Wide On His New Warmth And Light-just So My Wilted Spirits Rose Again And Such A Heat Of Zeal Surged Through My Veins That I Was Born Anew.