Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.

Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.