Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

When we vote we participate in the construction of a context.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.