Here is the only Christianity I know. At the end of each breath,
the death of Jesus. At the beginning of each breath,
What happened 2000 year ago, what will happen at the last judgment,
does not concern me. The sound of the wood thrush is the end of time.
Because I am awake, now is the coming of Christ. I fall perpetually into
Grace, and Grace is the only ground. From what should I be
My soul was never lost. Could God lose a spark of her own heart?