the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
What one heart finds hard to believe, a hundred find easy.
Sometimes questions are more important than answers.
I haven't a clue how my story will end, but that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, that's when you discover the stars.
Answers are closed rooms; and questions are open doors that invite us in.
If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire.