"The fearsome blessing of that hard time continues to work itself out in my life in the same way we're told the universe is still hurtling through outer space under the impact of the great cosmic explosion that brought it into being in the first place.

I think grace sometimes explodes into our lives like that--sending our pain, terror, astonishment hurtling through inner space until by grace they become Orion, Cassiopeia, Polaris to give us our bearings, to bring us into something like full being at last."

-FB, Telling Secrets

Compass

I have been traveling this way
Too lost to know it’s wrong
I asked you for a map and you
Offered me yours, hand-drawn

On ragged pages, roughly traced
From context being torn
Truth abandoned to mystery,
To mystic paths well-worn

Sextant in deep darkness, useless
Ignorance shrouds the skies
Magnetic forces confounding
This compass speaking lies

Oh compass! Skewed, deceitful tool!
Confusing East and West
But as we have nowhere to go
Perhaps this way is best