Love will Conquer,
it will turn,
every heavy stone.

Fear exists not,
where Love is,
and where Fear is,
Love is not.

I shall Love,
as never before,
intensely,
passionately,
fiercely,
courageously.

For me,
Love is the Purpose,
it is the Reason,
it is the Cause,
it is the Effect,
it puts us to sleep,
and it wakes us up.

Love is the Power,
behind your eyes,
it is the Mover,
of your lips.

Where you are,
Love is.

I no not a feeling,
better than Service.

It brings me joy,
and purpose fulfilling.

To be the hands,
and feet of God,
and to be a brother,
who walks the lands.

To know how to give,
and when to receive,
in the quiet loving embrace,
of all that needs Acceptance.

A giver I strive to be,
for that is true Happiness,
to share with vulnerability,
and expose my imperfections,
I shall conquer all pride,
and division of loneliness.

I serve the Self we all are,
and therefore I serve,
the Self I AM.

This is the highest self-centeredness to be,
as you serve yourself in serving the Self,
you righteously serve the right and only Self.

God's Life I be,
and O!

He's the sweetest thing,
Infinite He is in Wisdom.

I can love!
I can listen!
I can see!

I be a Brother,
that guards my Brother's Heart.

He maketh of me,
a new Man!

Behold my breathen!

God is Real,
you and I,
God's in form,
unfolding our Divine Potentials,
here,
now,
on Earth!

Hallelujah!!!!!!!

Life is but a dance,
with the woman of your heart.
She guides you always,
silently she impulse you,
tells you what to do,
where to go,
and this woman is your true Lover.

O!

O!

What a Joy,
to feel Appreciation.

To have known,
and experienced,
human hell.

A sadness great,
in a lonely cell.

Extreme conditions,
and no comfort at all,
crying for God,
yet deeper we go.

I have tasted,
both sides,
of the coin.

The sour,
and the sweet.

Rich in pleasure,
poor in hope.

O! But now . .
A gift indeed hell is,
for what I have,
will not be taken for granted.

I can love deeper,
I can give more,
I can serve with pleasure,
I can find joy in the small things,
I can do well with few things,
I can be alone in sweet solitude,
I can feel gratitude like never before,
I can appreciate . . .

Truly appreciate . . .
Everything.

Bloom thou Young Tree!
Show us thine Fruits!
This Summer is yours,
for the taking,
show us,
thine Beauty,
that we,
may feast,
upon thine Grace,
and Mercy.

Bloom for thine brothers!
Show them thine dreams!
This Summer will begin,
in a dance,
for all,
to see,
the Wonders,
of a long Road.

Bloom for hope!
Bloom for faith!
Bloom for trust!
Bloom for love!
Bloom for Victory!

Young Tree Blooming . . .
Each fruit carrying the Divinity,
of a thousand Stars and Suns.

Unto thee,
I giveth mine,
sweet Surrender.

Take control,
lead the way,
I will lean back,
and fall in peace.

Ye are all about Love;
ye love all equally;
ye love to love;
ye love with courage;
ye let love breathe;
ye give love a name;
I am learning,
how,
to,
Love.

And if this is not the greatest education,
I know not what is . . .

A Man is more,
than society's law.

The President of a land,
lives in the heart of Man.

A Woman Divine,
a Man in him can find.

Eyes blind,
makes a Man shine.

A Man is born,
to undo all that is torn,
to pick up the pieces,
and shape the Morn.