It is so easy to get caught up in all the chasing. There are the goals and dreams and aspirations. We pursue a vision, or our aim, or any other number of respectable things. To swing, as the poet said, “the earth a trinket at my wrist”.
But after the commanded journey, what?
Nothing magnificent, nothing unknown.
There something softer, more gentle, that marks how we have lived our lives.
Quotes and Image from:
Francis Thompson, The Hound of Heaven
Seamus Heaney, Lightenings
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