To See The Summer Sky

The Will Is Always Near, Dear, Though The Feet Vary.

Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.

I Confess That I Love Him, I Rejoice That I Love Him, I Thank The Maker Of Heaven And Earth That Gave Him To Me. The Exultation Floods Me.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.