“Hope is like a word made with cloud, without faith, it quickly blows away.”

“What is salvation without faith? is likea Christmas tree without a star, is likea kingdom without a king, is likea heart without a beat, is likea light switch that just won't turn on.”

“Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.”

“Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you.”

“Why after the dust settles, someone has to come by and blow at it, stirring it up into the air again?”

“Faith, is the road that goes straight past the gravel, and cloud-mesh dirt into a mirage, where still you believe to go straight, and when you finally catch up with it, it ends at a lake where you stretch your eyes across, but unable to glimpse the other side- so you jump in and swim, gliding each stroke with tiredness and swallow of water, you reach the end, put a hand out and pull yourself up on concrete, where the same road continues straight into another blue-white blur.”

“Way is, where way goes. As a wind that blows and the bird that soars, into the open blue, where it neither knows when do is due.”