One mark of many powerful stories of conversion is the role human love plays in the journey toward holiness.
Somewhere along the line, I bought the whole thing—to the point where, years later, it still casts a shadow over the life I live now.
Heaped like spring fleeces, like gold / dragon-hoarded, the waters wait for her will, / they wait to be laid down, like wine without vintage.
Psaltery & Lyre 