This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm

Ways Of Worshipping Are Not To Be Ranked As Better Or Worse Than One Another . . . It's All Praise, And It's All Right.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.

Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held.

Things Are Such That Someone Lifting A Cup, Or Watching The Rain, Petting A Dog, Or Singing, Just Singing - Could Be Doing As Much For This Universe As Anyone.