In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.
The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.
If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?