I have this rule; when something - a book, documentary, podcast, idea, theory, etc - shows up in my life in three different, unrelated places, I take it as a sign. It’s in this way that I found poet Maggie Smith. (I know, I’m a little late to the party on this one.)
On a podcast with Kate Bowler I heard Maggie read her poem Good Bones. Afterwards I sobbed for ten minutes. Her words express perfectly where I spend my days.