We Can Only Know What We Can

Troubles Cured You Salty As A Country Ham, Smoky To The Taste, Thick-skinned And Tender Inside.

Live As If You Liked Yourself, And It May Happen: Reach Out, Keep Reaching Out, Keep Bringing In. This Is How We Are Going To Live For A Long Time: Not Always, For Every Gardener Knows That After The Digging, After The Planting, After The Long Season Of Tending And Growth, The Harvest Comes.

We Must Shine With Hope, Stained Glass Windows That Shape Light Into Icons, Glow Like Lanterns Borne Before A Procession. Who Can Bear Hope Back Into The World But Us.

Your Anger Was A Climate I Inhabited Like A Desert In A Dry Frigid Weather Of High Thin Air And Ivory Sun, Sand Dunes The Wind Lifted Into Stinging Clouds That Blinded And Choked Me Where The Only Ice Was In The Blood.

I Don't Think Writers Change The Past Any More Than Other People Do, Except In So Far As We May Mine Our Lives And Change Things For Fictional Use.