Like a wide wake, rippling
Infinitely into the distance, everything
That ever was still is, somewhere...
~ Tracy K. Smith from "Everything That Ever Was" in LIFE ON MARS
There is a place past walls. Though I have barely touched it, still it awaits me. To bathe in the love of God ... past longing, past war, alone in infinite space. A wind of light through what once I called my self, behind, suspending the self in it, rendering what I was transparent until all I am is that through which God's love unfolds, through which God's will be done.