I’ve never understood the compulsion of some people to proclaim their spiritual beliefs. To my mind, discussing my spiritual beliefs makes as much sense as discussing my blood corpuscles or the ligaments that allow me to use the keyboard on which I write these words.

They are that much a part of me.

So I hope the next time I get dragged into one of those discussion, I remember this excerpt from Joseph Bruchac’s poem “Canticle” because it comes close to describing how I feel about those life and death matters.

By the way, this photograph was taken by my husband on Martha’s Vineyard.