This is a book that I should have loved but I would really only give it 2.5 stars. I was drawn in totally by the prologue and I was so excited but then things just fizzled for me from there. This author seemed to be so grumpy and judgmental of everyone around him, sometimes including himself, that it got under my skin. There were one passage and a poem that I really appreciated...
"Fear is a passing emotion. Unless it is ingrained and turned to hatred, it is closely related to awe, and awe leads not to destruction but to worship. Deeper than fear, and more destructive, is a prideful refusal to acknowledge any connectedness to the creation. This pride is ultimately gnostic: it denies value to creaturehood and longs for a state of pure spirituality. In its benign form it sings, 'This world is not my home.' In its malignant form it kills. It is, perhaps, the original sin of the gardeners of Eden."
a prayer for order
Father of all creatures,
whose dwelling extends beyond this world,
let no one trivialize your being.
Let your order prevail.
Let your intentions come to be
for creation and for yourself.
Give us, each day, no more than we need,
and forgive us when we take for ourselves
the well being of others,
as we forgive others who see to take ours.
Lead us away from our dreams of power
that we might be whole,
satisfied in you.