There is a river flowing now, very fast.
It is so great and swift, that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore,
They will feel that they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. [...]