19 March 2012

"Only cabbages are left in the bedraggled garden. Truth becomes visible, the architecture of the soul begins to show through. God has put off his panoply and is at home with us. We are returned to what lay beneath the beauty. WE have resumed our lives. There is no hurry now. We make love without rushing and find ourselves afterwards with someone we know well. Time to be what we are getting ready to be next. This loving, this relishing, our gladness, this being puts down roots and comes back again year after year."

Jack Gilbert
 The Great Fires

oh HURRAH! dearest Kristen offers a dear one& JUST at that golden moment when search is met with a been said. The above, from her website will be spoken at my turn, for a Holy Week reading offering.

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