With one hand He gives, with the other He takes Filling and emptying the soul, Carving out receptivity to His Name With each deft blow of His soul-sculpturing hands. I am never full, nor ever bereft. Neither am I, But all is He. I am His form. No other form have I And it is to the shelter of His Name He guides me Regardless of how He shapes me. God wants me to want only Him;...

He reads the Great Truths in order to resonate... To have his heart sound out the soothing tones      of Timeless Light Captured in the printed word upon each page. What are such words other than invisible Truths      made visible... The ineffable made tangible to nourish hungry hearts? Such sentiments caught on paper may be Either a window or a door -- a passage or an impasse...