Can we be bonded by a faith like this? where our own existence is enough? and our faults seem to vanish in its ocean of magnificence the way a mosquito seems to vanish as it dances across the sun? This here we are is the gateway into a Love so abundant that ripe plums weigh their branches to hover above our cupped hands. I may have reasons for doubt, but those plums... so deliciously full, so ready to burst! ...they seem to say yes.