“A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.”
― Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
― Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World
“The world is not a courtroom
There is no judge no jury no plaintiff.
This is a caravan filled with eccentric beings telling wondrous stories about God.”
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There is no judge no jury no plaintiff.
This is a caravan filled with eccentric beings telling wondrous stories about God.”
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“I do know the sorrow of being ordinary, and that much of our life is spent doing the crazy mental arithmetic of how, at any given moment, we might improve, or at least disguise or present our defects and screw-ups in either more charming or more intimidating ways.”
― Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
― Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
“Lies cannot nourish or protect you. Only freedom from fear, freedom from lies, can make us beautiful, and keep us safe.”
― Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
― Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
“maybe we try too hard to be remembered, waking to the glowing yellow disc in ignorance, swearing that today will be the day, today we will make
something of our lives. what if we are so busy searching for worth that we miss the sapphire sky and cackling blackbird. what else is missing?
maybe our steps are too straight and our paths too narrow and not overlapping. maybe when they overlap someone in another country lights a candle, a couple
resolves their argument, a young man puts down his silver gun and walks away.”
― Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25
something of our lives. what if we are so busy searching for worth that we miss the sapphire sky and cackling blackbird. what else is missing?
maybe our steps are too straight and our paths too narrow and not overlapping. maybe when they overlap someone in another country lights a candle, a couple
resolves their argument, a young man puts down his silver gun and walks away.”
― Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25
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