Ed Block
At night my prayerslike empty bowls,rattle in the cupboardof my heart,as trains of sadnessrumble through the crossingsof my life. — Ed Block, closing lines to “Prairie Hours,” Parabola (vol. 39, no. 4, Winter 2014-2015)
At night my prayerslike empty bowls,rattle in the cupboardof my heart,as trains of sadnessrumble through the crossingsof my life. — Ed Block, closing lines to “Prairie Hours,” Parabola (vol. 39, no. 4, Winter 2014-2015)
I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. — Annie Dillard, from “Living Like Weasels,” Teaching a Stone to Talk (HarperCollins, New York, 2009, Kindle Edition)