I have a handful of prayers that I pray all the time... One is that God will put my books into the right hands at the right times. Ive prayed this prayer thousands of times and God has answered it in dramatic fashion countless times. The right book in the right hands at the right time can save a marriage avert a mistake demand a decision plant a seed conceive a dream solve a problem and prompt a prayer. That is why I write. And thats why for me a book sold is not a book sold a book sold is a prayer answered. I dont know the name and situation of every reader but God does and thats all that matters.

I must exchange whispers with God before shouts with the world.

The people who know God wellmystics hermits prayerful people those who risk everything to find Godalways meet a lover not a dictator.

When you touch the celestial in your heart you will realize that the beauty of your soul is so pure so vast and so devastating that you have no option but to merge with it. You have no option but to feel the rhythm of the universe in the rhythm of your heart.

That night after the movie driving my fathers car along the country roads I began to wonder ho real the landscape truly was and how much of a dream is a dream.

May we be prepared whatever happens rather to undergo a hundred deaths than to turn aside from the profession of true piety in which we know our safety to be laid up. And may we so glorify thy name as to be partakers of that glory which has been acquired for us through the blood of thine only-begotten Son. Amen.

I find it very difficult to talk here now because Im watching the sea all the time. The sea always makes me watch it all the time. Ive spent hours and hours not just on the sea but just watching wave after wave come in. If its an image of anything I think its an image of our own unconscious the unconscious of our own minds... or you can put it the other way around and that is that we have a sea in us. After all we are sea creatures that learnt to walk on the land are we not And perhaps one way or another we go back to it. Every night when we dream we go back into that kind of depths and that kind of beauty and monstrosity and mystery. So really the sea is not a single image it can really image almost anything that the human mind can discover.

I just remembered a time when to warm up my spirit I prayed movement is spirit. Prayer was a means of mutely and hidden from others reaching myself. When I prayed I achieved an emptiness of soul - and that emptiness is all I can ever have. Besides that nothing. But the emptiness has the value and appearance of plenty. One way of getting is not looking one way of having is not asking and only believing that the silence I believe to be inside me is the answer to my - to my mystery.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

Through dreams God awakened me through prayers God directed me.