Behold a God more powerful than I who comes to rule over me.

"The love of God, unutterable and perfect, flows into a pure soul the way light rushes into a transparent object. The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself: so that, as we grow clear and open, the more complete the joy of heaven is. And the more souls who resonate together, the greater the intensity of their love, and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

These have not the hope to die.

Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon