"I could but did not, reach
to touch your arm.
I could, but do not, break
that which is still.
(Almost the faintest whisper
would be shrill.)
So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day…."
— Tennessee Williams, closing lines “We Have Not Long to Love,” Poetry (February 1991)
I liked night best because I knew it would come. From the window I listened to the second story of elm trees rustling, wordless, oceanlike. So much of what has soothed me has not been human. I drank in the sound, fantasized about love and death until the 11 o’clock freight train rumbled along the edge of town and how I let myself drift into that funneling.
Jennifer K. Sweeney, from “What Call,” How to Live on Bread and Music (Perugia Press, 2009)
"Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but … life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves."
— Gabriel Garcià Marquez (via mrmoo8)
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.