“Like the flowing River that is yet always present, time that is always going is always coming. Time that is told by death and birth is held and redeemed by love which is always present. Time then is told by loves losses and by the coming of love and by love continuing ingratitude for what is lossed. It is folded and enfolded and unfolded forever and ever the love by which the dead are alive and the unborn welcomed into the womb. The great question for the old and the dying I think is not if they have loved and been loved enough but if they have been grateful enough for love received and given however much. No one who has gratitude is the onlyest one. Let us pray to be grateful to the last.”