Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, friend, open at either end of day. The work of wings was always freedom, fastening one heart to every falling thing.

Thank You for letting me live for a little while as one of the sane; thank You for letting me know what this is  like. Thank You for letting me look at your frightening blue sky without fear and your terrible world without  terror, and Your loveless psychotic and hopelessly lost with this love.