Quotes from Lynne Hugo

We suffer the threat of breathing in water; we fight the nightmares that would drown us. And just as we feel the deceptive joy of floating, we flex our muscles and learn to kick, propelling ourselves into deeper waters where we can't see the bottom or touch the side. There, in the deep, we stroke. Then, surprising ourselves, saving ourselves, we swim.

Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so To have the lost be found. The heart that cries—let it but hear Its sweet love answering, Or out of ether one faint note Of living comfort wring. —Tom Merrill