An excerpt from Poem for the Fourth Day of January by Brother Richard Hendrick. Here is a secret that may help. The trees do not know that the new year has begun. Neither does the mountain. The stones keep their own deep time. The first of January means little to the stars. And even though the moon and sun offer us the service of marking the days, the months, the years, they are not foolish enough to count them. So you see, to begin or not is your choice in every moment.
Posted by Neil Foley at 2023-01-03 11:22:52 UTC