Loved this title, Starlight from Intuition Pierced the Twelve. Read it in, of course, New Yorker, in an article I had little interest in initially, and yet, like so often, good writing brings out connections. Reading on, I also embraced the poem's summary.
While not religious anymore, I understand seeing goodness and falling far short in comparison. But, I can, too, take solace in knowing that tomorrow comes where we can try to do better. Success or failure, tomorrow comes to us yet again.
Our saving grace: tomorrows.
Pierces
