Worth a Thousand Words.

for small creatures
such as we,
the vastness is only bearable
through love.
- – c. sagan

we travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see
ahead, but looking back to the very light
that blinded us shows us the way we came,
along which blessings now appear, risen
as if from sightlessness to sight, and we
by blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
that blessed light that yet to us is dark.
- – wendell berry, from sabbath

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

- – t. roethke, from the waking

“When you find something in a human face that calls
out to you, not just for help but in some sense
for yourself, how far do you go in answering that call?

- – frederick buechner

the way tiny things
can’t help being, next
to nothing, something
- – j. guriel

i remember reading
in my room, just reading,
and shutting the book,
and looking up,
and missing you, missing you,
and reading the paper again.
there’s no freedom in it
or in fear:
my heart is not mine.
- – annie dillard

so every day
i was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God
(one of which was you)
- – mary oliver

live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
- – rainer maria rilke