What blessing to find a cause worth living for.

    Dying is easy; we do it without effort, artfully or otherwise.

    But that sharp, reflexive, un-selfed love for a child, the deep genetic tug of pen to paper, the still, depthless pool into which love is sunk without drowning, comes in rare moments of a forgetting whose only name is grace.

30 August 2001   11:18 hours
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