“I cannot tell you half of what I see. I don’t have the words. There may be no words. For what I see is another world walking beside ours, a world as gossamer as sea spray in the wind. Its presence comes to me out of the corner of my eye, a fleeting glimpse, a moment’s reward for so many hours riding the currents of prayer. I look and I see it, the sacred land just on the other side of where I am standing, the grace of a different sun in a different sky, the evening shadows that will one day call me home. It is all there, just there, between the cracks of time, beyond the reach of names, beauty so transcendent language falls silent before it.”
—Steven Charleston, retired Episcopal bishop and a Native American of the Choctaw nation