Listen--are You Breathing Just A Little, And

Who Knows What Will Happen Or Where I Will Be Sent, Yet Already I Have Given A Great Many Things Away, Expecting To Be Told To Pack Nothing, Except The Prayers Which, With This Thirst, I Am Slowly Learning.

Who Do You Want To Be In Your One Wild And Precious Life?

Sometimes I Need Only To Stand Wherever I Am To Be Blessed.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?

It's Not A Competition, It's A Doorway.