Oct 21, 2009
A cloud of witnesses. To whom? To what?
To the small fire that never leaves the sky.
To the great fire that boils the daily pot.
To all the things we are not remembered by
Which we remember and bless. To all the things
That will not even notice when we die,
Yet lend the passing moment words and wings.
From “A Fanfare for the Makers” by Louis MacNeice
