are really wonderful things (especially gypsy dancing),
my impulses are evidence
of my weary, wandering heart.
so i breathe deep
and offer up the following verse from
my favorite hymn:
o to grace how great a debtor daily i’m constrained to be! let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee. prone to wander, lord, i feel it, prone to leave the god i love; here’s my heart, o take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.