My father’s latest stray, half-grown half-husky racing through puddles, won’t last long.

In your abandonment you are beloved; in exile you are saved.

The God who risked appearing in the flesh is the same God who leaves it to artists to bear witness.

Bless the Doctor, O my soul, and my daughter’s soul and all my daughter’s missing genes shall bless His holy degree.

If a painting is worth experiencing at all, it must be affirmed as this emulsion, which reveals itself only to the attentive gaze, though a glance might be the first encounter.

Look as upward they gaze: those blessèd, dancing round and around in that circle of praise.