The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.
Love is everything. And that's all we know about it.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.