Sunday, December 30, 2012

Poem: T.S. Eliot

Christmas may stop horror momentarily in this world, but oftentimes death and suffering are caused by others and sin can seem worse in relation to the respite of peace and the fleeting experience of harmony and hope. We are told that the family settles down, finds peace, and matures. It is a silent hidden growing in time, space, and place. Although the Word is quiet, it is sure and constant and true.

The stars and heavens know. Earth knows. Something has been set in motion. T.S. Eliot says it in this way:

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of his calling
We shall not cease from exploration
and the end of all of our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.