Soul, A Moving River. Body,

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

It Is Love That Gives Joy To Happiness.