When we first meet what we love, we could become poets for our longing. When we are removed from what we love, we become singers of grief and weavers….

That's what makes you a human being---that willingness to sing another one free..

God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What is God must be one of tho….

We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really gotten. But our exiled spirits can t….