Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!
          
 
Home
Table of Contents
Amicae Intus I
Amicae Intus II
Amicae Intus III
Amicae Intus IV
Amicae Intus V
Amicae Intus VI
Exquirere Veritas I
Exquirere Veritas II
Exquirere Veritas III
Exquirere Veritas IV
Exquirere Veritas V
Exquirere Veritas VI
Exquirere Veritas VII
Exquirere Veritas VIII
Exquirere Veritas IX
Exquirere Veritas X
Exquirere Veritas XI
Exquirere Veritas XII

So it was that one did heed me, as did more and many came and the tide of their passion did sustain them. On velvet fields the color of gold did grain rise to line their swollen bellies. Silver water did I cascade off hilly tops and run down to quench them. Was it of quiet evenings did they purge their soul's of malevolent convictions. For they did listen in silence to that of their unseen friend and did beckon me take them there where clear waters flow not from the tears of men but from a fountain of love and compassion. They knew well that they should judge not their value towards self or others by the number of gold pieces in their purse. It is the gentle hand of compassion that heals broken spirits and the fruit of the land that restores weak flesh. Never has such goodness been pounded and cast from an ingot of gold. Truly, more has been reaped with forged iron and sturdier souls built of the sweat of its plow than was ever hammered of the purest ore. Judge not the value of a man by the depths of his pockets but by the depth of his convictions and the toll of his reckonings. Gold and power does not great men make. Wisdom speaking painful words from darkness they did hath. En-sparkled road enlaced with gold or prickled thorny path. Lighted room un-destined walls with no one to retain. Wherever go upon this earth, forever stay the same. If thou shalt go and leave this place never to return, thou soon realize the other grass is worse if not the same.  

Exquirere Veritas     (In Search of Truth)