A fighter cannot contemplate fear, let alone show it. Fear weakens you, gets you hurt.
The Ground Will Catch YouMy airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.
Stranger to the GroundBetween my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Opened Ground: Selected Poems, 1966-1996But prayer isn't asking God to do what we want. Prayer is asking God to what is right.
Miracle at the Higher Grounds Cafe