Through His love,
an image becomes us;
In His wisdom,
it is what it is.

Danish

We brag about our
"hygge"

but we have no word for
pleasure

and can't distinguish a
victim

from a
sacrifice.

What poetry keeps implict
philosophy makes explicit.

What to unfold?
Wisdom warns us.

Who to enfold?
Love urges us.

Not, "what it is like to be,"
but how     it     becomes
                                       you.

              We begin
                      in imagination
                            to understand
                             and believe
              and know things
      and err
   and doubt
      and wonder
              and begin again
                      in imagination