"All shall be good;
All shall be good"
St. Julian of Warwyick
The sweetness, the peaceful gift of early morning cool,
in summer, comes to me often out images
and thought brought in yesterday's visitations,
A closeness to good, the distance to
strife, the pace of the sure and purposed -
these fill my being in such moments.
Let none, or I in myself, weep over the bittersweetness
of standing, mortal.
