The Name We Give To Something Shapes

I Think, She Began Quietly, I Think We Want... Not Just Bread For Our Bellies. We Want More Than Only Bread. We Want Food For Our Hearts, Our Souls. We Want- How To Say It? We Want, You Know- Puccini Music.... We Want For Our Beautiful Children Some Beauty. She Leaned Over And Kissed The Curl On Her Finger. We Want Roses.

Nothing Smelled So Good Or Danced So Well As A Birch Fire.

The Challenge For Those Of Us Who Care About Our Faith And About A Hurting World Is To Tell Stories Which Will Carry The Words Of Grace And Hope In Their Bones And Sinews And Not Wear Them Like Fancy Dress.

If You're A Kid Who Is Always On The Outside Hoping To Be On The Inside, You're Watching A Lot. You're Trying To Figure Out How To Become A Normal Person In A Society That Considers You Weird.

As I Look Back On What I Have Written, I Can See That The Very Persons Who Have Taken Away My Time Are Those Who Have Given Me Something To Say.