This path, this road that is one perfect straight line even if it goes around the world through heat and fog and rain and snow and it's my life I keep thinking. It's my life.
In poetry you can leave out everything but the truth.
My children's faces are private candles i sometimes worship at.
My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as fast as I could, spilling like water through the kitchen door into a summer day, but God had left by the time I got there. My son smiled, told me I'd missed him by seconds.
The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our body, a double blessing.
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