Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks Jane Kenyon I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper. . . . When the young girl who starves sits down to a table she will sit beside me. . . … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 10/06/2015 – I am the one whose love overcomes you