There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.
Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
Every object, every being...is a jar full of delight.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.