True Feeling Justifies Whatever It May Cost.

What Is Destructive Is Impatience, Haste, Expecting Too Much Too Fast.

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.

Poetry Has A Way Of Teaching One What One Needs To Know ... If One Is Honest.

Love Is Our Human Miracle.

Everything That Slows Us Down And Forces Patience, Everything That Sets Us Back Into The Slow Circles Of Nature, Is A Help. Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.