Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.
Let's ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.