This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

We are created by being destroyed.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.