I don’t
know why
we ever
seek comfort;
it is always —
unwaveringly —
in the moments
of discomfort,
of yearning,
that we
create.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I don’t
know why
we ever
seek comfort;
it is always —
unwaveringly —
in the moments
of discomfort,
of yearning,
that we
create.