Trust
I do not understand the how and why of words. They arrive unbidden, yet familiar, like strangers who seem to know me. I give them a place to rest, a moment of calm, a bed, a lamp. By early morning, they have vanished but the space they left glows subtly as if someone had prayed there. Creation does not rest in owning the materials. Creation is like faith without evidence: you step out where there is no ground trusting sound will support your weight.


Thank you for this restack, @Wendy Gray
Thanks for this restack, @Kathleen Hobbs