Give your weakness to one who helps.
Jesus was lost in his love for God.
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
No one looks back and regrets leaving this world. What's regretted is how real we thought it was.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.