Our planet is awash in the gentle light and shadow of an impenetrable Mystery; it is time, in spite of all our vaunted learning and might, to kneel at the rim of the abyss of our profound unknowing.
Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.
The soul should always stand ajar,
ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.