Each day gives me cause to hope for what no day can ever give me. Each day makes me weary from hoping... But to live is to hope and to grow weary.

To think about God is to disobey God,
Since God wanted us not to know him,
Which is why he didn't reveal himself to us...

Let's be simple and calm,
Like the trees and streams,
And God will love us, making us
Us even as the trees are trees
And the streams are streams,
And will give us greenness in the spring,
which is its season,
And a river to go to when we end...
And he'll give us nothing more,
Since to give us more would make us less us.