In poetry you can leave out everything but the truth.

- Deborah Keenan

My children's faces are private candles i sometimes worship at.

- Deborah Keenan

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 kee…

- Deborah Keenan

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 kit…

- Deborah Keenan

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.

- Deborah Keenan