These words are for the artists and dreamers 

Who want a slippery God,

Not the stone one

nailed permanently to a cross in old buildings,

tacked down in polity and institution.

These are letters to the distracted ones

Endlessly scrolling the glowing screen

I know the thousand ways
Life can break your heart.
The ways others can cut you
Without even noticing the wound.
How the struggle feels like too much.
And everything aches.
And there is no cure.
I know the drudgery of it.
The dailiness of the same,
and the same,
and the same.
And how every lovely and magical thing
Can...

Thirty-some journeys round the sun

on this beautiful spinning globe

of budding earth and swirling sea.

I have been, with you,

a part of the eternal dance

in this vast expanse

of unknown universes.

Here, on our little patch

of known...

Your life until now

Has been all warmth and shadow,

As you float to the music

of distant muffled voices, and dance

to the rhythms of heart and breath.

You know nothing but the comfort

Of this perfect blanket of dark.

This...