It is finished, is never said of us
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.
Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.
I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.