"He showed me something small, no bigger than a hazelnut,...
I thought: What can this be? I was amazed that it could last,...I thought because of its littleness, it would suddenly have fallen into nothing. ,...
It lasts and always will, because God loves it; and thus everything has being through the love of God."
Julian of Norwich
Friday, 2 January 2015
For the taffeta rustle of the dry leaves song
as the wind whispers through them.
For the tremble of far off spring in the catkins promise.