"And have I climbed toward heaven or descended?
It does not matter. I am not one
whom God can hope to save by dying twice.
I am lost among the words of sacrament.
What can I say but that I love the wind,
and I am shaken when it shakes and scatters
the stuttering leaves on the insensible pavement."
- Ruth Stone
, closing lines to “Tongues,” In the Next Galaxy
(Copper Canyon Press, 2002)