To Share A Hiding Place, Physical Or

History Is The Gradual Instant

But Sometimes The World Disrobes, Slips Its Dress Off A Shoulder, Stops Time For A Beat. If We Look Up At That Moment, It's Not Due To Any Ability Of Ours To Pierce The Darkness, It's The World's Brief Bestowal. The Catastrophe Of Grace.

Any Given Moment - No Matter How Casual, How Ordinary - Is Poised, Full Of Gaping Life.

If Love Wants You; If You've Been Melted Down To Stars, You Will Love With Lungs And Gills; With Feathers And Scales; With Warm Blood And Cold.

Some Stones Are So Heavy Only Silence Helps You Carry Them!