My writer friend Steve T. sent me this Thanksgiving text, which is so lovely I’ll pass it along:
…a billion stars go spinning in the night,
blazing high above your head.
But IN you is the presence that will be,
when all stars are dead—
Rilke
My writer friend Steve T. sent me this Thanksgiving text, which is so lovely I’ll pass it along:
…a billion stars go spinning in the night,
blazing high above your head.
But IN you is the presence that will be,
when all stars are dead—
Rilke