Is It Really So That

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

Love Is The Water Of Life Everything Other Than Love For The Most Beautiful God Is Agony Of The Spirit, Though It Be Sugar- Eating. What Is Agony Of The Spirit? To Advance Toward Death Without Seizing Hold Of The Water Of Life.

Why, When God's World Is So Big, Did You Fall Asleep In A Prison, Of All Places?