When I Come To Be United To

In My Unloveliness I Plunged Into The Lovely Things Which You Created. You Were With Me, But I Was Not With You. Created Things Kept Me From You; Yet If They Had Not Been In You, They Would Have Not Been At All.

All Plenty Which Is Not My God Is Poverty To Me.

They, Then, Who Are Destined To Die, Need Not Be Careful To Inquire What Death They Are To Die, But Into What Place Death Will Usher Them.

Love God, And Do What You Like.

He Who Is Filled With Love Is Filled With God Himself.