In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

In his mind she lay at his lap with his fingers gliding thru her straight beautiful hair. He smiles and says" your beauty lights up everything around you.

When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?

You transform all those who are touched by You.

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