So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.

maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--

I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and... almost involuntary in my life.

Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. I don't say this without reckoning in the sorrow, the worry, the many diminishments. But surely it is then that a person's character shines or glooms.

If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.