Have compassion for everyone you meet even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone. —”The Ways We Touch”
A Poem for Emily by Miller Williams
Small fact and fingers and farthest one from me, a hand’s width and two generations away, in this still present I am fifty-three. You are not yet a full day. When I am sixty-three, when you are ten, and you are neither closer nor as far, your arms will fill with what you know by […]