H E A R D

 

H E A R D

The WHISPER

of L O V E

can barely be heard

o v e r the

scream of fear

L E A V E

 

L E A V E

The only WAY to

leave this world

is to LOVE our

W A Y out of it

B O O K S

 

B O O K S

There are no HOLY books

found in HEAVEN where

L O V E  a l o n e  i s   t h e

theology of the REALM

I M M O R T A L I T Y

I M M O R T A L I T Y

W h i l e  t i m e

has framed our

birth and death

ETERNITY has

guaranteed our

IMMORTALITY

P A S S I N G

 

P A S S I N G

W e  a r e

experiencing

a world that is

passing away

before  our

e  y  e  s

S P R I N G S

 

S P R I N G S

It is from a

p l a c e o f

P  E  A  C  E

that L O V E

springs forth

O B S E R V E R S

 

O B S E R V E R S

By leaving H E A V E N behind

we exchanged our function

as a CREATOR to one of

being an o b s e r v e r

o f  o b s e r v e r s