I long to go forth from here to another world.
~Francisco Manoel, Cobra Verde
The darker the night,
The brighter the stars.
The deeper the grief,
The closer is God.
Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.
Every child has known God
Not the God of names
Not the God of don’ts
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who knows only four words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come Dance with Me, come dance.”
You don’t look out there for God,
something in the sky, you look in you.