Prayer is translation. A man translates himself into a child asking for all there is in a language he has barely mastered.
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation's sweetest dreams of itself.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession. And still we hear, If only this nation had a soul, or, Let us change the way we trade, or, Let us be proud of our region.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
In dreams the truth is learned that all good works are done in the absence of a caress.