Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness