Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The

I Thought The Earth Remembered Me, She Took Me Back So Tenderly, Arranging Her Dark Skirts, Her Pockets Full Of Lichens And Seeds. I Slept As Never Before, A Stone On The River Bed, Nothing Between Me And The White Fire Of The Stars.

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

Tell Me About Despair, Yours, And I Will Tell You Mine

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

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