In our prayers we turn stones into dust. Only love remains.

The web of life has woven love into her heart. A bond so pure, a kiss so soft. To burst open, her naked heart is not broken. She hears the silent whispers of the world and awakens the soul from its sleep. She shakes the Earth and makes us remember the blood we once bled. Angels shadows. A breeze of dust. But no, she is not lost. From her depths she calls upon God, rests among sisters, divinity and love.

Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dweels in you? God has said: I will dweel in them and walk among them. Therefore honor God with your bodies, for you are the temple of the living God.  


Conrinthians * New International Version