Is faith set and certainor is it alive and changing (or is that me)?On one hand, I hold onto adogma that has been passed on,outlawed,

She looks around with calm curiosity,her pink-flavored Dum Dum in her mouth,this little girl with her daybreak eyes and evening skinsitting on the walnut wooden

This bread holds God—is God—hidden Heaven,small and containing the hugeness of time,plain and bursting with each kind of beauty,white and reflecting the one piercing truth,flat