In the silence they come back. Words, phrases, whole books even, that make me who I am. My soul in silence waits…..but not alone. My distant friends join me in this silence.
Echoes from my childhood:
The world is so full of a number of things….
For the beauty of the earth, for the wonder of the skies, for the love which from our birth, over and around us lies….
The poet proclaims, “The world is so full of a number of things….”
And I respond in gratitude and joy.