Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God. The loving Laborer through space and time. Whitman, “Song of the Exposition” Read more
Thought:
“Sometimes I think I am playing the piano, which I cannot do, but I hear rhythms in my tapping and sometimes, Glenn Gould-like, I chant as I go to remind myself what’s coming in the next few lines.”