Poem November 4, 1985 ISSUE

Endless beginnings

(after a friend has passed on)

GODFREY JOHN

Yes, the darkness brushed by Aprilsnow is the sound of silence whereyou are: there like a deep breathsways a dimension of quenchless grace.Our Easter thoughtsare summoned astonished from endless beginnings.

What dying can hush our humanhoodor lessen the deathless law of Life?Our living learnsnew days to inhabit new joys to inherit:unrushedthe fingers of Spirit are tracing your beingimpelling renewal.

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