Good work finds the way between pride and despair. / It graces with health. It heals with grace. It preserves the given so that it remains a gift. / By it, we lose loneliness: / we clasp the hands of those who go before us, and the hands of those who come after us; / we enter the little circle of each other’s arms, / and the larger circle of all creatures, passing in and out of life, who move also in a dance, to a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it except in fragments.