Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
