I believe in a benevolent God not because He created the Grand Canyon or Michelangelo, but because He gave us snacks.
Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.
Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it. A flower is beautiful. But this is beautiful the way that a person is beautiful- terrifying with its jagged edges, yet seductive with its crevices that hide so many secrets.