Terri

“Before Turner there was no fog in London.”
― Oscar Wilde

“But whatever
However
Whenever this ends I want you to know
That right now
I love you forever”
― Andrea Gibson, How It Ends

“God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets