"Story makes us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving. Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with faith, faith that our universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically."
– Madeleine L'Engle, The Rock That is Higher
Or without me attending to it properly.
It's too special.
"And She Was" by Talking Heads, performed by David Byrne & his huge band @ Radio City Hall 10/01/2025.
Because FIRST of all HOW lucky am I to be alive to see David Byrne performing on a stage with my own two eyes and my own breathing lungs?
And what could be more wonderful than music—the most infectious type of music, at that—filling a gigantic room after a conversational talking interlude? Your breath still catches even after that interlude gave away what song was coming next. And she was lying in the grass...
And what makes the music so infectious and ALIVE if not what we each bring to it? The face of someone you loved, the memory of what someone told you once, the way they all felt when they were 24 and the way I feel right now.
How could I possibly keep myself from tears when the guy (probably somewhere in his 60s) next to me could not barely contain himself in his seat (it wasn't time for standing and dancing quite yet—we were in the second mezzanine)?
So many people in a room so happy to be there. So happy for one person to have existed and so happy for the art having been made. Music is magic. It's alive
-- Walt Whitman
From this interview: Kimberly Belflower on the origins of John Proctor is the Villain
ALH: Do you want to say anything about The Crucible? The space it holds in English classes or the American Theatre?
KB: I mean, I always make sure to say that I don’t think The Crucible is a bad play. Arthur Miller is a really fucking great writer. The play is less about me being “down with The Crucible” and more about being interested in the way that The Crucible is being simplified and then passed on—because that’s what the lesson plans are and that’s what the curriculum is. #MeToo pushed people to really look at which systems we’re handing down, systems that we get trapped in and don’t know how to imagine things outside of—The Crucible seems emblematic of that to me.
Class today left me w a lot of random thoughts & to-dos for Maddie Joyner's life -----
Behold, I say—behold
the reliability and the finery and the teachings
of this gritty earth gift.
II.
Eat bread and understand comfort.
Drink water, and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets
are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
who are drinking the sweetness, who are
thrillingly gluttonous.
For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.
And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star
both intimate and ultimate,
and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:
oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two
beautiful bodies of your lungs.
III.
The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you, my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of the single heart.
It’s praising.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life—just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
still another.
IV.
Someday I am going to ask my friend Paulus,
the dancer, the potter,
to make me a begging bowl
which I believe
my soul needs.
And if I come to you,
to the door of your comfortable house
with unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,
will you put something into it?
I would like to take this chance.
I would like to give you this chance.
V.
We do one thing or another; we stay the same, or we
change.
Congratulations, if
you have changed.
VI.
Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some
fabulous reason?
And, if you have not been enchanted by this adventure—
your life—
what would do for you?
VII.
What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
though with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another).
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
LIFE CHANGING!!!!
re: my English Methods project / re: Barry's take on YA in Arts and Crafts after class last Tuesday / re: my general proclivity for and deep belief in story that you, dear blog, know so well:
about to tear up because oh my gosh what an honor it is to be writing an email to Ruth about my goals as a learner and teacher – essentially, my goals to become just like her.
what an honor it is – how lucky I am – to get to sit in a classroom where the MOTHER of narrative research is walking us through how to learn and how to wonder and how to let it inform our understandings of how to teach.
golllllly I am lucky. this is why education rocks
"In our desire to “teach” literature, we have “disciplined” literary texts and shaped the relationalities between text and reader. What types of un-disciplining might allow texts to become subjects of exploration rather than objects of study? What if the text is the subject—an opening for readers to experience and journey through a text? Serendipitous wanderings, the sensations of immediacy or vividness in description, stepping into an unfamiliar landscape, walking at the side of a writer who points to dimensions of the world that have gone unnoticed before—these are the interpretive practices that encourage a nearly impossible-to-put-into-words flicker and glow of a meaningful reading experience."
"...but the point is: think about one novel, play or poem that has never left you, the traces of felt-sense, the roar of sensations that unmoor and unsteady your complacencies, the potential of words to lift you from the words, the page, and move you across space, time and circumstance. This is my hope in facilitating engagements with literature—even just one such poem, one text that has staying power, vibrantly alive in the body/mind to matter in one's life. This poem or story, its word, images, imaginings, does not exist but its very tissue is a mattering produced when reader and text converge."
"My hope is to be part of experiences where literature matters, where reading matters, where a poem or a story causes us to float out of our shoes, rise from terra firma to imagine, feel, and experience (other)wise."
I want to drink Diet Coke & learn at a school foreverrrrrrrr.
I'm so thankful I get to live my dream life where I get to live here & drink Diet Coke before class & learn in a school & be all giddy thinking about the discussions that we'll have in class.
I'm really interested in this theory that Nawshin mentioned in passing during class, but the best I can do right now so I don't lose track of it and my interest in it for the rest of my teaching career / interactions with literature and social structures is copy and paste the ChatGBT summary of it:
ummm that's amazing
there is so much (ideas, conversations, people, experience) and we it all (enneagram 7 gluttony hello)
but we do it in different ways but we both just want to experience it all (observing vs. embodying - both in conversation, just with ourselves vs. others).
here is what I have so far, in case it doesn't save my draft.
(this is fun. I wonder if this will become an outlet for the questions and topics that plague me but are a little too off-beat for my normal conversations. alas, until I find my own Jon Caramanica / Joe Coscarelli.)
internal dialogue = is a person's inner voice or the ongoing stream of thoughts and feelings that occur within a person's mind; a.k.a. inner voice, covert speech, verbal thinking
do you talk to yourself? / do you "hear" yourself talk in your head?
are your thoughts narrated in your head?
if any random moment in a day, if someone were to ask you, "what are thinking about?" would you have an answer (besides "nothing")?
are you an internal processor or external processor?
manic pixie dream girl --> boys able to project onto the "blank slate" of girls with no inner voice
thought daughter vs thot daughter (Carrie Bradshaw is portrayed as both)
- how did y'all play make believe? do you daydream?
BARBIEEEEE. Omg thank you Kate
Natalie - I feel like the unconscious part of me is where I'm daydreaming & stuff, but I'm never that aware of it / it's never that important. ****opposite for me!
Just found out not everyone (LITERALLY LIKE 50% OF PEOPLE) has inner speech / verbal thinking. Wtfffff
This changes literally literally everything
Figuring something out, verbalizing your thoughts, coming to understand something, doing two of those things at the same time / in convo w someone else, etc.
in my head it looks like pulling apart an old cooper thick-wired metal sponge thing
Why I want to be a teacher isn't really something I can describe because it's a feeling I get when I pass people in the street or think about my grandma and her leg
And even on days when I have to write this ^ down and on days when I'm about to get my period and feel weighed down by the world and like true innate hopefulness is out of reach, on those same exact days:
I'm reminded of how wonderful and beautiful life is
This place is the greatest city in the world because of how full of love and humanity and connectedness and creativity it is. I can't walk a single block or step onto any subway car without seeing something that "more of less kills me with delight."
And I just walked into Duane Reade while typing this - Debbie's song by Ben Rector is playing. I like you 🎶 that one.
Amen
I noticed Meet Me in the Bathroom by Lizzy Goodman on the reading list (sooo good!), and thought I’d plug what some are saying could be today’s real-time equivalent to Goodman’s early-aught epic – the newsletter Perfectly Imperfect, which similarly memorializes contemporary popular/online culture. With each guest sharing what they are currently into, the newsletter’s founder, Tyler Bainbridge, says it “will probably be the most sprawling cultural document of who and what was cool during the time we’re in right now. It’s like a big artifact of all the personalities from this era.” The newsletter itself is a reflection of our class discussion about how we are “holograms” of all the little pieces of “text” that we carry with us, as each newsletter creates a character portrait of the guest’s interests. I’ll link the newsletter here in case :) https://substack.com/@perfectlyimperfect?r=ytpcb&utm_campaign=profile&utm_medium=profile-page (or on instagram: @perfectlyimperfect.newsletter)
Last year the founder also programmed a social platform (called PI.FYI) built on the same premise of recommendations. Here’s a link to the NYT article about it if you’re interested! https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/21/style/perfectly-imperfect-newsletter.html
“This is the internet as a medium coming full circle,” said Zizi Papacharissi, a professor of communications at the University of Illinois Chicago and the editor of the academic journal Social Media & Society. “It was built around small communities structured around niche markets and niche tastes.”
In this context, PI.FYI is an attempt to build a social network that rediscovers the internet’s early promise of connection, without the creeping sense of homogeneity that has resulted from years of algorithm-driven growth.
The newsletter and the app feel like snapshots of this moment in online culture, full of “text” that reflect both today’s focus on esoteric individuality and the community found in online subcultures.
The resurgent dominance of female pop-stars this summer - coupled with the dominance of female greatness at the Olympics. Coming on the heels of Barbie summer, this summer seems like the cultural cup is brimming with female greatness, creating a really interesting stage for the election this November —> interested in how (at least from my perspective, from my own pocket of popular culture that I interact with) it seems like girlhood (and even queer) culture is reaching a dominant point
In age of information - when you can know anything - how do we encourage students to learn a curriculum?
Everyone knows about the 20-year trend cycle that's the rule for fashion (how long it takes for something to go out of style and become fashionable again) but what happens now, with a culture that's so deeply knowing? How do elements like irony, satire, homage, spoof, being lore-obsessed, all converge to mark our distinctly Gen Z cultural creations & interactions. META nature
Y2K, Indie Sleaze, this time marked by the burgeoning internet
How do we use literature as a way of showing kids that they can be a part of it too?
What are your current literacy interest(s)? This could include particular literacy practices, theories, frameworks, methodologies, etc.
Connecting literacy and popular culture/the online landscape of contemporary culture-making; Linguistic bias in education & the integration of vernacular systems in education
I'm so excited for my class w Dr. Vinz! I'm sure it's gonna be hard and a lot of work but just reading over the syllabus, even with a headache that's limiting me to cursory glances of each sentence, I AM SO EXCITED! It is so cool that I am so deeply interested in these topics, and I'm getting to study them in a formal and structured setting. Soooo awesome. Meet Me In The Bathroom is even one of the books listed for this first week's topic. Hellllo. That's awesome. Thanks God for bringing me here. Who would have thought.
( I just saw my second fav movie of all time in 70mm IMAX)
The concept itself, the editing, the PERFORMANCES OF THESE ACTORS! How could you top it? Its movie magic is so intense that it's almost distracting because of how it makes you stop to be like "how?" and start kinda daydreaming about what it must have been like to be on the team of people who created and shot this movie. So many people on the same, absurd page.
No other movie makes me feel like this.
There's this feeling you get sometimes when reading a book - it always makes me shut the book or put it down where it is - it's this heavy feeling in your chest (I think that's resonance and/or some sort of empathy being evoked) but it's a heaviness that also somehow similar easily feels like floating. This movie makes me feel this feeling over and over. Goodness. "Moving" isn't the right word for it. How rare is it for something to open your eyes to the world around you - to the life that you're living - and instantly open you up to it. To change your mind about it. Maybe that lightness that it creates is what makes the heaviness still feel like floating. Gosh, it's wonderful.
This place (nyc) is so aware of how everyone is human & has a life of their own
Place where ppl flock all searching for meaning for their lives
And it's beautiful because it's already in them
We literally only live once
= everything matters & nothing matters
I need CONFIDENCE! People will like me. I will have fun. It's not that awkward or weird
"Right" is a tiny box created for people who are afraid
There are no rules
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated. – Rachel Held Evans in "The Beast" chapter of Inspired
First time in history?
🎶A change is gonna come🎶
Barbie
Eras Tour
Pop Girl Summer
Brat Summer
Leah having more followers than Rob even feels significant
SIMONE BILES.
Ilona Maher & the rugby team
Michael Phelps just said on the NBC broadcast that Katie Ledecky would beat him (the "undisputed goat") when they would train together
And Kamala
Men are certainly invited to come along for the ride, we're just driving now
(Ken, Travis Kelce, drag queens, George/AG/the Dare, Rob, Jonathan Owens, Steve the pommel horse specialist, Doug Emhoff, etc.)
What's girl & what's gay is what is in. Culture is being shaped by us more than by straight men for the first time maybe. We should prob gear up bc any time this momentum has started men have like burned us on stakes or invented things like the Cult of True Womanhood
Brace yourself ladies. Power + control + camaraderie + compassion is soooo scary combo for men to behold.
And wear shoes 😉💋💋💋😘
The way I feel when listening to Hamilton alone in my car... specifically during Daveed Diggs' performance during Guns and Ships or during Leslie Odom Jr.'s performance in any number...
Everyone deserves to feel something like that. Everyone
The moment of the first you process the weight of Eliza singing "I established the first private orphanage in New York City." That is cinematic and it is novelic because it is STORY in its utmost form and SHE is the crux of the entire musical. The entire thing. All of its history. Sounds like a certain book I know that has a character named Mary Magdalene ❤️
Tension between deeply desiring to be unproblematic as a person but also being super afraid of being boring from a young age
I do take things seriously, but I don't take myself seriously
(Trust in question)
I think I'm supposed to be great in a way that boys that can't see. So the thought of a boy liking me freaks me out bc it's like ?
I'm for the girls
It's crazy and it's sad that both men and women are taught that instinctually, what women have to say is not necessarily important, and what men have to say, instantly, is. The horror
It's so evident in politics, in random social settings, in family dealings,
And in me.
Likeeee what do y'all think I talk so fast...?
And the amount of unnecessary things that men say & that yet go unchecked by their own mental filter bc they think that any thought they have is worth their breath & everyone's time. Reddit is a war zone
Why do you think ESPN shows are almost all debate style, while women's talk shows are conversational? It's not that different to be discussing the career of an athlete or an actress. Arguments can be made about the merits of either - so why does only one choose this format...?
I wonder how many more art, music, & literary critics are male than female
FICTION: “For me, I think fiction is as close as I can get to truth…” Going into the unknown - she’s engaging not only with her own imagination, but she is also inviting us to be a part of it. Toni Morrison - the “dancing of the minds” - happens between the reader and the writer. Someone in a different part of the world can read a piece and feel something for it and understand something about it.
I am soooo thankful. So so thankful. To have grown up alongside these girls. Despite all the change in our lives over the past 5 years, we still just get each other. We love each other so fervently and loyally, even if from a distance. It's something really special. It's special that we can be so different, yet love so.
"You have never had an ordinary moment in your life, because every moment shimmers with grace, if only we will see it.
"God made humans because God loves stories." – Elie Wiesel
This will be the summer I learn to loosen my grip on things that don't matter. In 60 years, it won't matter to me whether or not I was able to record every single little thought I had while I was 23. But it will matter to me if I lived fully and lightly and freely. I need to give myself fully to these moments that make up my life. I can't be one step ahead trying to record them or one step behind trying to observe them. I need to be inside of them. There won't be anything to remember if I'm not there to experience it – to feel it – in the first place.
Middle school girl crying, totally shocked that she just received the Northview Hawks Character Award after Marley spent 3 full minutes explaining what a wonderful person and student she is. That is why I wanna be a teacher
The opportunity to see kids & let them know that someone notices
Also Jeb's chorus teacher crying over them leaving and singing along with them to For Good from Wicked
There is something so romantic about the song This Must Be The Place. I can't put my finger on it but there is something just soo so lovely in a romantic way about its lyrics & the way it sounds & the way it makes you feel
(Also. Is it the best song of all time? Maybs)
Hyper-fixation is a disease but it is so funnnnn to be consumed by something sometimes.
Like the rush I had a few weeks ago when I couldn't stop thinking about all the connections between Taylor Swift and the 1975's discographies. Or when I couldn't put down Sylvia Plath's collected journals.
Or like this week, when Challengers is all I'm thinking about. Mike Faist.
Even just yesterday Syd Gon and I recounted a convo I had previously had with someone about how if I happened to not be fixated on and deeply invested in Taylor Swift lore, there are sooo many conversations happening all around me that I would miss out on. Even just in my immediate community, so much conversation is propelled by our shared interests. It's so awesome. (Like Linley and I lingering in the parking lot of the high school after lunches just to talk about Hamilton on every Monday for weeks on end.) And like I can't wait to hang out with Syd Gon today because saw Challengers last night and chats like this are what make life feel so full and fun and like we are all connected - what art is for. Boys act like they don't understand how we all care but it's really no different from sports, right? And plus, yardy know that I live by the idea that things that are popular aren't popular on accident. Nothing becomes a cliche because it isn't true. And nothing becomes "basic" or "mainstream" because it isn't good.
There is something so intellectually satisfying about a deep-dive into a topic. Watching press tour videos after Challengers?! It feels like a physiological need.
Anywho, just like that movie is a testament to what happens when you become consumed by something, i think I'm due for a wake up call somewhere along the way. I need to try micro-dosing fixations, or at least hyper-fixating in moderation. I don't like when I feel like I actually can't tug my brain away from a topic when I'm in conversation with someone else. Even if I want to bring it up, I shouldn't have to. And, of course, the subtext of this paragraph is that I feel myself actively choosing my little hyper-fixations over time with Jesus. Picking up my Emily Henry book instead of my Bible. Making time for TikTok research but not for prayer.
When I say "my Nanny McPhee philosophy" as a response to someone wanting something - found out that Law of Detachment is prob what I mean. Just needed to record
I am a scrapbook box of myself. Snapshots and stickers and stationery waiting to be fused together and admired. That sounds so dramatic. But really, I am a trinket dish of myself. Collecting things about me that I find to be noteworthy, interesting, and – maybe most of all – endearing. It's like walking into a young woman's childhood bedroom and yanking open the untouched junk-drawer of her bedside table. My brain has been trained to pick up these souvenirs and seashells, constantly searching the ground for a lucky penny. I think it's because no one (read: no boy) has ever been "interested" in me, so in attempt to convince myself of my own fabulosity, I have spent 20 years collecting tidbits and recording proof.
I feel like it makes sense when you think about it that way. Why I am this way
I guess in the back of my head I'm thinking, "well, one day, I'll have to catch someone up to speed."
I seem to always cry at the thought of someone loving the things about me that I love about myself.
Anywho I just finished One Day and boy WHAT a great book. Just great
Update: i'm thinking about this book on May 8th, 2024 because I was writing in my One Line A Day journal and had the "oh no what if I need to save this margin because something crazy and life-changing happens on this day next year?" thought. That's why One Day is so awesome. A book constructed around the idea that a day is just a day until it's not just another day. My compulsion to record my daily life might end up teaching me really cool things about how intricately orchestrated God has made our lives. Who knows, maybe May 8th in 30 years will end up being the best day of my life. Maybe I'll have a kid on that day, have a student say something life-alteringly kind to me, or maybe something tragic will happen. Literally, whoooo knows. God does - which is awesome. Thank you God for books as great as One Day and thank you God for knowing what direction every passing year will lead us when taking inventory on any given date of the year.
People always talk about how big cities are such "dark" places to live, but to me i see God all around this place. It's like the Love Actually opening quote – you just don't have to look that hard to find love here. I, personally, don't have to look that hard to find God here. So why would I go anywhere else?
Literally while I'm typing this I just passed a couple handing water bottles and apples to a homeless man on the street. And all around me there is art and sound and story and truth and I want to be a part of it all.
I just looked up on the subway and there's an adult man holding a teddy bear and a little girl giggling playing with her older brother. Does the love not outweigh the bad? Always? Isn't that the story we all cling to?
Thankful for the conversation I just had moments ago with Carson Walker about how it's uncool / hard to admit to being Christian (especially one from the South) when you're living in a city of cynics and you already have a heart that leans toward skepticism and a mind that leans toward critical thinking. And about what it was like for her to transition from a year post-grad that was similar to mine and then to find such encouraging church community & teachings here in the city. Hooray
Dave read at leadership last night:
”Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Relent, Lord! How long will it be? Have compassion on your servants. Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble. May your deeds be shown to your servants, your splendor to their children. May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.“
Psalms 90:12-17 NIV
Also this quote
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Not everyone feels the compulsive need to record every thought they have and every day that they live... ???
Like damn bitch (enviously), you live like this? Just living day to day, taking it as it comes...? Not force-feed style processing every event and emotion or lack thereof? Oh
(Do I have OCD?)
I care too much about the random passerby person that I can't hold it inside and somehow being a teacher feels like doing something about that care.
Just talked to Bella Turner & it's the same way she talked about knowing she was meant to be on Clarke Central's team. It's the voice in my head that says "you have to be a teacher" when I see a lonely looking person walking in the grocery store.
I should probably re-read The Secret Life of Bees soon. I feel like that probably connects in some way.
Also the solar eclipse just happened that was awesome. I'm so glad I was at Sunroof with Bella and Reid and Alex when it happened.
Anywho also just thought about how a lot of my life, especially college years, has been me fighting how much I care. Trying to be casual and to play by how I thought other people feel and live. And so I think and I hope that teaching will be a great channel for my care. What's so bad about taking things seriously? To me it's fun.
Author of Life and Author of My Life,
As I begin the reading of this book,
give me a sensitivity to listen,
not just to the story told,
but to the responses of my own heart
to what I encounter in these pages.
What does it draw out of me?
What joy?
What longing?
What fears?
What temptation?
What hope?
What mirth?
What love of beauty?
What awe?
What wonder?
What doubt?
What faith?
What resolve?
What unfinished grief?
What untended wound?
Give me ears to hear, O Spirit of God,
what notes the reading of this story would strike
and what melody it would draw forth
from the tuned strings of my own soul.
Waste no moment in my brief years, O Lord.
Let all things, and this book as well,
be as tools in your hands,
to shape me and make me more truly your own,
more fitly a child of the hope
of the restoration of all things in Christ
whose fullness dwells within them.
So let the honest responses
of my heart to this reading
grant new insight into the story
your grace is already telling in my own life
that I might be a more willing co-laborer
in that process.
Amen.
I am stirred and saddened, O Lord,
in coming to this tale's end,
to bid farewell and return now
from my sojourn in that storied place
where longings for something
more than the life I lead
were wakened.
It is in the receding glow of that small,
bright sorrow that I now linger.
Let it do its work in me,
inviting me to dig beneath these
fresh-stirred longings, to see
that their roots are not at last a longing
for the places depicted in these pages,
but are, in truth,
profound and holy wounds,
yearnings for a lost garden and a more
perfect city, where justice and righteousness
are restored, and harms are healed, and losses
redeemed, and love proved true,
and earth and heaven reconciled.
What I feel is, at its heart, a homesick hope
for a place of unbroken communion
with my Creator, and with his people,
and with all of his creation.
What I most desire
is to open my eyes and find that,
for the first time in my life,
I am home and breathing
the wild winds of my native land.
So of course my heart aches
each time I receive these beautiful,
distant rumors of that far country!
Of course I do not want such a story to end,
for it has wedged open for me
a way like a window,
through which I have glimpsed
a vision of things more as they will one day be
than as they now are in these hard
and sorrowing lands of our exile.
Thank you, O my God,
for loving me enough
that you would rouse
my deepest desires again through story,
appointing these longings as true signposts
planted in a war-torn and cratered landscape,
reminding me that all of history
is leading at last
to a king and a kingdom,
and pointing me ever onward toward
his righteous and eternal city.
May I return now
from the world of this book
to the daily details of my own life
with truer vision and fiercer hope,
trailing with me
remnants of that coming glory
I have glimpsed again
in story.
Amen.
