Today has been a great day. This morning marked the celebration of Orthodox Pentecost, the beauty of which is hard to match; today we also celebrated my good friend Fr. John's 30 year anniversary in the priesthood; this afternoon I've been sitting here (or standing on the porch when the wind allowed) watching a big ol' Southern thunderstorm blow through, complete with hail, high winds, thunder and lightning; a pot of coffee is brewing, and I'm reading some Thomas Wolfe.
. . . . . .
Awhile back I wrote this fragment of a poem--
Tick-tock.
The glinting steel
That slices through life--
Slow death, quickly realized.
I just read this from Thomas Wolfe, in his "Like the River"--
And it takes time,
Dark, delicate time,
The little ticking moments of strange time
That count us into death.
No surprise that his is much better.
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