Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty: believe me, an angel's hand is there; the gift is here, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence. Our joys too: be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.
The hope is for fullness, for completion,
for being one with each other . . .
Our entire lives are a vigil, a keeping watch,
for the fulfillment of this hope.