Windows of the Soul

I'm working my way through Ken Gire's little book "Windows of the Soul". It's a book I've had for some time but never finished.

The dust cover says "Gire points to a world infused with the voice of One who can transform our backyard shrubs into burning bushes lit by his presence. His voice penetrates the raw material of our lives, speaking through Scripture and prayer, a painting or poem, the remark of a friend or a night sky filled with stars."

I like that.

In the middle of the book while making a referance to Jacob and the angel he has a nice little poem:

In dislocating my hip, God taught me to cling.
In making me limp, He had taught me to lean...
not on my own two legs, but on Him.