That all beauty depends upon disappearance,
The bitten edges of things,
the gradual sliding away
Into tissue and memory,
And dazzling impermanence of days we beg our meanings from,
And their frayed loveliness.
26 plays Mountains Gabrielle Aplin
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Let the more loving one be me.
For my Muse…
If you can’t believe the good in a person, how can you even start to imagine the good in God? Let’s learn to believe in people.