Worship with fulness of heart the weak memory of heaven! It cannot trace Either your name or your face Nobody knows you're still living.

And when she was finished they laid her in earth Flowers growing, butterflies juggling over her... She, so light, barely pressed the earth down How much pain i…

Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring! Heavenly distensions of our throats! Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring! Long green slimy nights: we…

Oh why do we not say the important things, it would be so easy, and we are damned because we do not.

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour.

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

I used to pray that God would do this or that. Now I pray only that God will make his will known to me.