QUOTE : Anthology-- What binds together the moments/of earthly grace? What gathers up/the last white daisy in an amber field;/ a baby bird hatching from a speckled egg;/the look in a teacher's kind eyes,/a look that says, You are gifted?/Gifted as in given by God,/like the words she penned on cold/ winter mornings so that/someone way down the way,/someone far into history,/might know what it felt like to be/ what she had become: a girl/ whose life was an anthology/of sad.