On Plenty Of Days The

What Is Important Is The Moment Of Opening A Life And Feeling It Touch--with An Electric Hiss And Cry--this Speckled Mineral Sphere, Our Present World.

I Am Sorry I Ran From You. I Am Still Running, Running From That Knowledge, That Eye, That Love From Which There Is No Refuge. For You Meant Only Love, And Love, And I Felt Only Fear, And Pain. So Once In Israel Love Came To Us Incarnate, Stood In The Doorway Between Two Worlds, And We Were All Afraid.

Beauty And Grace Are Performed Whether Or Not We Sense Them.

She Read Books As One Would Breathe Air, To Fill Up And Live.

I Can't Dance Anymore. Total Knee Replacements. I Can't Do Anything Anymore.