Though you had always lived in light, you lookeddeep in the dark, and chose the way of pain. Deep in the dark, we chose the

Sometimes, when I fearthe small light I bringisn’t big enough or brightenough, I think of that nighton the beach years agowhen every step I tookin

If you were hereI would put my handon your heartand hold it thereuntil our breathsbecame a single tide,hold it there untilI could feel the momentwhen

With thanks to Wendell Berry What if diplomas were earned for the seconddefinition of the verb“graduate”: “to change graduallyby degrees”? What if teachers graded using,say,

May sunshine, and the old professorsits on his deck eating a cold beef sandwich while just above the grassthe sparrows trampolinewind currents as if they’reguided

Aunt Louise listed her garden chores on a chartin the laundry room next to the garagewhere she tended her collection of bonsai.In the careful work

The breeze is brisk like a crisp cup of water as I drink in sunlight on the Sabbath,a Latin cigar gifting its peppery smoke before

It’s surprising how a chaplain’s visitwill resemble a Shakespearean script,|artifice shaping the entire eventwhen one steps on a hospital unit. Like a thespian’s stage, this

Quite near but not quite tothe white tile balcony,at dusk there soared or flitan acrobatic troupeof house bats out for joyof moths and flies and