- beloved, I wonder at this lack of longing.
- like Mary, I fill myself.
- your absence and presence are the same to me.
- angel men alighting from buses no longer startle me.
- my gaze is neither in, nor of, this world.
- I do not gasp at the sight of God.
- I have surrendered totally it seems
- to the terrible magic of the everyday.
- expecting the miraculous at every turn
- I think nothing
- of asking the holy ghost to shut the door quietly
- on its way out.