THE SAGANIST

“I see teacups in your smiles, upside down, glowing. Your hands are like my heart. Some days all they do is tremble. I am like you. I am like you. I too at times am filled with so much fear. But like a hallway, must find the strength to walk through it. Walk through this with me. Through this church that is ours— this church of bone, birthed of blood and muscle, where every move our arms make and every breath we swallow is worship. If we choke, it is only on songs.”

“Some days it is warmth, some days it is tenderness, some days it is ache.”

“Its is not down in any map; true places never are.”

“Anyone who isn’t embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn’t learning enough.”

“Cynics are, in the end, only idealists with awkwardly high standards.”