Let the immeasurable come.
   Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
   Let the wind turn in the trees,
   and the mystery hidden in the dirt

   swing through the air.
   How could I look at anything in this world
   and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
   What should I fear?

(From Mary Oliver, “Little Summer Poem Touching The Subject Of Faith”)

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