Here is Good:

"I do not want ever to be indifferent to the joys and beauties of this life.  For through these, as through pain, we are enabled to see purpose in randomness, pattern in chaos.  We do not have to understand in order to believe that behind the mystery and the fascination there is love.

...The questions worth asking are not answerable.  Could we be fascinated by a Maker who was completely explained and understood? The mystery is tremendous, and the fascination that keeps me returning to the questions affirms that they are worth asking, and that any God worth believing in is the God not only of the immensities of the galaxies I rejoice in at night when I walk the dogs, but also the God of love who cares about the sufferings of us human beings and is here, with us, for us, in our pain and in our joy.

I come across four lines of Yeats and copy them down:

But Love has pitched her mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent."

~Madeleine L'Engle, Two Part Invention