Mothers Support Certain Illusions About Their Children,

If You Could Pack For Heaven, This Was How You'd Do It, Touching Everything, Taking Nothing.

I Know I Cannot Undo This. None Of Us Can Undo What We’ve Done, Or Relive A Life Already Recorded.

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

Personally, I Always Wondered About Authors And Celebrities Who Loudly Declared There Was No God. It Was Usually When They Were Healthy And Popular And Being Listened To By Crowds. What Happens, I Wondered, In The Quiet Moments Before Death? By Then, They Have Lost The Stage, The World Has Moved On. If Suddenly, In Their Last Gasping Moments, Through Fear, A Vision, A Late Enlightenment, They Change Their Minds About God, Who Would Know?

Sometimes, When You Are Not Getting The Love You Want, Giving Makes You Think You Will.