The sky gave me its heart
because it knew mine was not large enough to care
for the earth the way it did.
Why is it that we think of God so much?
Why is there so much talk
When an animal is wounded
no one has to tell it,
“You need to heal”;
so naturally it will nurse
itself the best it can.
My eye kept telling me, “Something is missing from
all I see.” So it went in search for the cure.
The cure for me was His beauty, the remedy –
for me was to