I thought I
grew out of the flags and the happy - clappy Jesus - is - my - boyfriend songs, that I was too wise and smart for such sentimental things but in my maturity now I want to shout
out hallelujah and fling myself to the ground prostrate, in
gratitude for dirt and little boys, for babies and the lines around my eyes, for Johnny Cash and pine trees at dusk, for the taste
of cold water and the vineyard, for the piano and the ones from among us who stand to lead us
out into the day singing.