Every day I’m still looking for God and I’m still finding him everywhere, in the dust, in the flower beds. Certainly in the oceans, in the islands that lay in the distance. Continents of ice, countries of sand: each with it’s own set of creatures and God, by whatever name. How perfect to be aboard a ship with maybe a hundred years still in my pocket. But it’s late, for all of us, and in truth the only ship there is is the ship we are all on, burning the world as we go.”

-Mary Oliver