I've finished the first chapter, titled "In Spite of Everything, the Stars" from a poem by Edward Hirsch. Two of the poems in this section had me crying: Daniel Cockrill's (pictured) "God I'm in love with the world today", about a parent's all-consuming love of their child, and Roger Robinson's "Grace", about a nurse's fierce love for her patients. All of the other poems are good, but these two particularly resonated for me ?