Me, the bard out of work, the Lord has applied to His service. In the very beginning, He gave me the order to sing His praises night and day. The Master summoned the minstrel to His True Court. He clothed me with the robe of His true honour and eulogy. Since then, the True Name had become my ambrosial food.

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art.

Revenge is sweet. But love is ambrosia." ~ Kat Roberts

Kindness and caring are ambrosia for the soul.