Poem November 4, 1985 Issue

Endless beginnings

(after a friend has passed on)

GODFREY JOHN

Yes, the darkness brushed by April
snow is the sound of silence where
you are: there like a deep breath
sways a dimension of quenchless grace.
Our Easter thoughts
are summoned astonished from endless beginnings.

What dying can hush our humanhood
or lessen the deathless law of Life?
Our living learns
new days to inhabit new joys to inherit:
unrushed
the fingers of Spirit are tracing your being
impelling renewal.

God is our life unfolding unfolding
Christ whose amazing
stirs in us the hidden Lazarus—
releases Easter
along our ways
along our destinies.

No season can end
the breath of God's law the morning of His hand.
Like last year's leaves
our dearest thoughts fly up
fly up fly out
in Mind's timeless wind .

GODFREY JOHN

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