Sometimes I have things I want to say.  Much more often I stumble on to poets and writers  who are way ahead of me.  This is one of those mornings.

I know that I have life
only insofar as I have love.

           I have no love
except it come from Thee.

           Help me, please, to carry
this candle against the wind.

                                Wendell Berry

                                Leavings (2012)