so knowing, what is known? that we carry our baggage in our cupped hands when we burst through the waters of our mother. that some are born and some are brought to the glory of this world. that it is more difficult than faith to serve only one calling one commitment one devotion in one life. -Lucille Clifton, “Far Memory”
the weight of this stone is longing the curve of that tree is longing and longing makes the lightest breeze sigh in the tall dead bracken -Thomas A. Clark, from “At Dusk & At Dawn”, The Path to the Sea