The Soul May Ask God For Anything,

Silence Is Not Our Heritage But Our Destiny; We Live Where We Want To Live.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

We Live In All We Seek. The Hidden Shows Up In Too-plain Sight. It Lives Captive On The Face Of The Obvious - The People, Events, And Things Of The Day - To Which We As Sophisticated Children Have Long Since Become Oblivious. What A Hideout: Holiness Lies Spread And Borne Over The Surface Of Time And Stuff Like Color.

I Know Only Enough Of God To Want To Worship Him, By Any Means Ready To Hand.

Unfortunately, Nature Is Very Much A Now-you-see-it, Now-you-don't Affair. A Fish Flashes, Then Dissolves In The Water Before My Eyes Like So Much Salt. Deer Apparently Ascend Bodily Into Heaven; The Brightest Oriole Fades Into Leaves.