Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.