I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is.

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious