Who Rise From Flesh To

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.