[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays :] Weary from hunting truth and peace: empty each hoped-for thrill … rested your burdened soul will be
Ten facets of love, ten words that abide which I love, for they guide in love horizontal outflowing and growing from vertical love … no flaws in these laws, though my love is lacking, failing and cracking, but …
Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays: … Upstairs I wander, sleepily wonder, “What will tomorrow bring? … … “When it is morning, while I am yawning, stretching, or getting dressed …