GUESTS OF my life, You came in the early dawn, and you in the night, Your name was uttered by the Spring flowers and yours by the showers of rain. You brought the harp into my house and you brought the lamp. After you had taken your leave I found God's footprints on my floor. Now when I am at the end of my pilgrimage I leave in the evening flowers of worship my salutations to you all.
NONE NEEDS BE thrust aside to make room for you. When love prepares your seat she prepares it for all. Where the earthly King appears, guards keep out the crowd, but when you come, my King, the whole world comes in your wake.
