The stance is one of supplication, but to whom?
Time pours into the present, while a greater,
Vaguer presence menaces the borders of that country

The Rector's picking something from his teeth
(lunch) when I ring his doorbell to inquire
if I might see the church. (He plays it with

He's never seen these stars before
and tumbles headfirst down
the castle's rumpled courtyard stairs.

      I give thanks to You for all of this jumble of life, in which
      I am drowning since time immemorial helplessly in dead
                                                                                                           earnest

Schweitzer, The Teaching of Reverence for Life.
Tich Nhat Hanh, The Miracle of Mindfulness.
Mortimer Adler, Ten Philosophical Mistakes.

Marilyn (as Isabella): I had rather give my body than my
                                   soul—
            (as Marilyn): Some lines come more easily than

Two thousand orphans, real ones and children of
Jewish deported parents, so you and your
   ill-sorted Red Cross wartime colleagues

Cragflower. Music of the sea.
         The flower still standing
in its tormented place.

To the canyon that came so close
to touching me, I was nothing.
What good was a truck gearing down

The moment's denting inward like a can,
The poet wrote in a fever of expectancy
But the line went nowhere, it had nowhere to go.