If you put your soul against the oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside of your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives within us.

Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

I will soothe you and heal you, I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.

For me to praise is interrupting praise.