Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.
That's how you came here, like a star without a name. Move across the night sky with those anonymous lights.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
No prayer is complete without presence.
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.