CROSSING WIRES

Plunge your bare hands into the northeastern April soil - you'll know that you've crossed wires with God for a moment.  Can there be any doubt?  

What else could explain this revelation within the mystery?  I've never known a faithless gardener.  When I grow weary and need encouragement I simply look up -

That's my Gingko - it's about 15 feet tall now.  It's leaves are an inspiration throughout the growing season.  All around me - artists are borrowing its shape and form - such good little and industrious imitators are we... always trying to find a new way to say the old thing.  My oldest and most beloved friend Lally said it best tonight - "we all deeply desire to be in a good story".  


Amen.