Empty Hands, Part Three – Keep Your Eye on the Sparrow
May 23, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Poetry
“. . . I swiftly accepted the notion of God. It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars . . . I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long letters to [Him.] I was not much of a sleeper and must have vexed Him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.” – Patty Smith, Just Kids
I’m not a Christian.
I’m not anything, really. Read the rest of this entry →
