The only way
to make sense out of change
is to plunge with it,
move with it,
and join the dance.
We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our souls, the deathless dream, the eternal poetry, the perennial sense that life is miracle and magic.
E. Merrill Root
God, despite his casual silence, still exists. Of that I haven’t a single doubt.
Don Williams, Jr.
(American Novelist and Poet, b.1968)
Today, seems to require two.
The ages of seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.