"There is no end to imagining. . ..
Or to wondering at superfluous
beauty. . . A world of words could
not describe this wordless world."
Wendell Berry, A Small Porch,, #14
. . . and yet we write and read
and listen. The world is words
insufficient and our urge
to find the right ones in the right
order like confessing our sins
week after week absolved,
given our penance and hope.
This may be the divine mystery:
our refusal damnation.
our acceptance salvation,
grace -- the world of paradox
we live in.
-Byron Hoot
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