The Ears Of The Common

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

The World Is Content With Setting Right The Surface Of Things.

Dear Lord...shine Through Me, And Be So In Me That Every Soul I Come In Contact With May Feel Your Presence In My Soul...let Me Thus Praise You In The Way You Love Best, By Shining On Those Around Me.

A Great Memory Is Never Made Synonymous With Wisdom, Any More Than A Dictionary Would Be Called A Treatise.

Two And Two Only Supreme And Luminously Self-evident Beings, Myself And My Creator.