Grateful for this, and have been mining it for sustenance and inspiration for days, now. So much that is commendable here: foremost, the power of poetry to teach us how to pray and how to suffer nobly. Thank you, Moyers, and Wiman for this gift. I've typed up a few luminous lines, by Wiman, in order to try and Remember:
'It seemed like the world was looking back at me, it was just lit, just radiant.'
'A crisis of faith is the only crisis there is. We're always having it... We mistake it for other things... my job, my marriage... You can't fix your life if the ground of your being is unsure.'
'I love the life that I've been granted/ in this deepening shadow of death"
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