Learn to speak by listening.
What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart
The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?