The Will To Be Totally Rational Is

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

I Find It Easy To Admire In Trees What Depresses Me In People

The Pitcher Cries For Water To Carry And A Person For Work That Is Real.

Every Baby Born Unloved, Unwanted, Is A Bill That Will Come Due In Twenty Years With Interest, An Anger That Must Find A Target, A Pain That Will Beget Pain. A Decade Downstream A Child Screams, A Woman Falls, A Synagogue Is Torched, A Firing Squad Is Summoned, A Button Is Pushed And The World Burns.