... the silence in the mind
is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence we call God ...
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our own fathoms.
What to do, but to draw a little nearer
to such ubiquity by remaining still?
Nature has some perfections, to show us that she is the image of God; and some imperfections to show us that she is only God's image. . . .