This event was so good as to be overwhelming, and I’ve actually been a bit frazzled at how to try to put some of it into words. Should I talk about the main content, or the thermodynamics-denying force that is Phyllis Tickle, or the incredible (non)conference format itself, or the great relationships I was able to plug into (again, and for the first time), or the venue, or the city of Memphis, or what? Now, my procrastination has turned to wisdom as my friend Amy has birthed a poem which gets it right, right. Like many of us, she is a religious mutt: presbyterian, Catholic, artist, baptist, and free-agent emergent (among a lot of other stuff I can’t remember right now), and this poem captures that moment when we realize that none of that matters at all, and all of it matters quite deeply. Behold the wonder.