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. —The poem God’s Grandeur, Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89)
A Sadness in Things There is a sadness in things, in this
world where all things pass away.
The sadness brings heart-sorrow, and such sorrow can wring tears from our eyes, when we stand powerless before something we cannot change, and wish were otherwise. We shed such tears especially when someone we knew well, with whom we shared special moments, moments of hope, moments of fear, is suddenly, unexpectedly, no more with us.
And so I write this “in memoriam” — for a memory.
For a memory of a young woman named Miriam.
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