This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.

I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.