Prayer Demands

Goodbye, blue house of heaven…You can hold me no
longer.

In my little chamber of quietness,
I am always resting.

In Thy temples, when many come to pray, I take God-intoxication
from their eyes. I blend them together into a cocktail of devotion.

O Spirit, teach me to love Thee as wholeheartedly
as the miser loves money.

Whether Thou comest or not, I will wait for Thee.