It Kills Me To Be

I Say That We Are Wound With Mercy Round And Round As If With Air.

Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent World Broods With Warm Breast And With Ah! Bright Wings.

Your Personal Boundaries Protect The Inner Core Of Your Identity And Your Right To Choices.

Any Day, Any Minute We Bless God For Our Being Or For Anything, For Food, For Sunlight, We Do And Are What We Were Meant For, Madefor--things That Give And Mean To Give God Glory.

I Think That The Trivialness Of Life Is, And Personally To Each One, Ought To Be Seen To Be, Done Away With By The Incarnation.