maybe such devotion, in which one holds nature
in the clasp of attention, isn’t the perfect prayer,
but it must be close, for sorrow, whose name is doubt,
is thus subdued, and not through the weaponry of reason,
but of pure submission. Tell me, what else
could beauty be for? - Mary Oliver, Terns
Texture by Brenda Starr.
Explore 11/05/11, #213.