A Mystery Of The Universe Is How

As For My Father, I Never Knew Whether He Believed God Was A Mathematician But He Certainly Believed God Could Count And That Only By Picking Up God's Rhythms Were We Able To Regain Power And Beauty. Unlike Many Presbyterians, He Often Used The Word "beautiful.

Slowly We Became Silent, And Silence Itself If An Enemy To Friendship.

A River, Though, Has So Many Things To Say That It Is Hard To Know What It Says To Each Of Us.

The Hardest Thing Usually To Leave Behind, As Was The Case Now, Can Loosely Be Called The Conscience.

I Knew That, When Needed, Mountains Would Move For Me.