One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.

Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.