Then Why Did You Tell Me?

At A Certain Point, You Say To The Woods, To The Sea, To The Mountains, The World, Now I Am Ready. Now I Will Stop And Be Wholly Attentive. You Empty Yourself And Wait, Listening.

Our Life Seems Cursed To Be A Wiggle Merely, And A Wandering Without End.

Ecstasy, I Think, Is A Soul's Response To The Waves Holiness Makes As It Nears.

I Know Only Enough Of God To Want To Worship Him, By Any Means Ready To Hand.

You Have To Take Pains In A Memoir Not To Hang On The Reader's Arm, Like A Drunk, And Say, 'and Then I Did This And It Was So Interesting.