"A place called here, is somewhere I don’t know very well.

Here is the place between the past and the present.

Here is the place where the memories are.

But I don’t love them until later, 

When I am looking for their pieces between the seats in my car

On the way to the next"

“But I would like to die

While the fireflies are still glowing

Morse coding their poetry for a cynical earth”

“These months have put fractures through me, shaken my bones, shattered open my heart. The miracle about it is that my heart was opened just wide enough to let all the beauty in.”

“I can see now that there are too many paragraphs between here and there

That are written poorly, and too quickly-with haste and without reverence”

“The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain”

Your eyes are tunnels to the past

Your mind forever looking back

To sort between the good turns and the bad ones

“Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies, it remains but a single seed. The last pieces of my pride had to die. The last drop of my belief in the lie that I was unworthy of love. My paradigm had to crumble in order for me to find wholeness.”

“The dirt intended to bury me is now the mountain I stand on.” Nightbirde

“When Grief comes knocking, answer the door. Let her in.

Let her tell you all that was lost. Let her remind you how marvelous it was. Let her paint your memories in slow motion, let her sing your story with a cello. Let her teach you gratefulness and how to pay attention. Do not turn her away at the door. If you do, she will come back again knocking.”

I don’t think it’s meaningless, the story that says God sculpted us from clay. Of all the things He made, humankind was the first that He touched. The first breath we tasted was His exhale. I don’t think it’s meaningless that the first time humanity looked up at the eyes of God, His hands were dirty and He was close.