As we step into another year, let’s pause and gasp the timelessness of the cosmos, beyond the cycle of begining and the end.
Happy New Year to all!
Savour the beauty, Wordsworth had to spill:
“The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare,
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where’er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.”