I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
Carry the burden smilingly and cheerfully, because patience is the key to victory.
My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown