The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.