Every sullen second is sacred.
Every down-in-the-dumps day is divine.
Even failure is out of this fucking world!
God isn’t just in the “good” stuff.
Don’t be so shallow!
God is in Everything—
In every bite mark and bristle,
and every soaring skylark’s whistle;
In every Fuck! and Woohoo!—
and in the silence too.
No experience is above another.
No thought deserves not to flutter.
From the depths of joy to the heights of despair,
take each breath with delicate care.
The air is insufferably, and blissfully, Rare.