Lord, most of what I love
Mistakes itself for nothing.
Mistakes itself for nothing.
~ Molly McCully Brown from "Transubstantiation" in THE VIRGINIA STATE COLONY FOR EPILEPTICS AND FEEBLEMINDED
My soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neithr sleeps, nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open, sees
far-off things, and listens
at the shore of the great silence.