I believe that God is in me as the sun is in the color and fragrance of a flower — the Light in my darkness, the Voice in my silence.
~ Helen Keller
From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.