that deep place

“And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”

                             Gerard Manley Hopkins

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It seems as though there are too many ends

Too many moments when it all winds down

When things slowly fade

In to nothing

Hopes

Dreams

Go

Our moral compass

Spins hopelessly

Our mind slows

Our body erodes

We are spent

And yet

There at that deep place

Where we are who we are

Truly

Ending is beginning

For every death there is a birth

For every end there is a beginning

For every things that goes, something comes

Accepting the changes

Letting go of the past

Opens our heart, our mind our body

To the “new thing”

Coming

And we are every warmed and enlivened

By the warm breath

of Love