What If I Could Give

It Is Not Man Who Is The Enemy Of The Human Species. It Is The Irrational; It Is The Spiritual When It Is Divorced From The Material; From The Lesson In One Beating Heart Or One Bleeding Vein.

It Is Tragic That Many In America Think Of Us - Christians - As Being People Who Hate Others.

You Never Know The Palette Of The One You Kill Until The Mind Disgorges Its Finest Colours.

An Evil For These Times Destined To Move Through The World In Handsome Human Guise.

Despair Was So Familiar To Me; It Could Be Banished By The Sight Of A Beautiful Mannikin In The Window. It Could Be Dispelled By The Spectacle Of Lights Surrounding A Tower. It Could Be Lifted By The Great Ghostly Shape Of St. Patrick's Coming Into View. And Then Despair Would Come Again.