Isn’t It Wonderful The Way The World

Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some Arena That Is Neither Conscious Or Unconscious.

What Can We Do About God, Who Makes And Then Breaks Every God-forsaken, Beautiful Day?

Belief Isn't Always Easy. But This Much I Have Learned--- If Not Enough Else--- To Live With My Eyes Open.

But I Also Say This: That Light Is An Invitation To Happiness, And That Happiness, When It's Done Right, Is A Kind Of Holiness, Palpable And Redemptive.

And Over One More Set Of Hills, Along The Sea, The Last Roses Have Opened Their Factories Of Sweetness And Are Giving It Back To The World. If I Had Another Life I Would Want To Spend It All On Some Unstinting Happiness.