EVENING

On the last Sunday of the Advent season…

EVENING

The archer with time
as his arrow–has he broken
his strings that the rainbow
is so quiet over the village?

Let us stand, then, in the interval
of our wounding, till the silence,
turn golden and love is
a moment eternally overflowing.

R. S. THOMAS

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