What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day?
I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.
Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
Like Magellan, let us find our islands To die in, far from home, from anywhere Familiar. Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.