My life closed twice before its close
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.
Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.