Monday, June 22, 2009

Time's Dark Wings

Tonight I attended a funeral wake for a lovely lady who used to call me 'godson' (as she did so many others). It was an odd reunion of old and very different friends, brought together by an instant of mutual experience. Time had moved a dark wing over us, and the light of eternity had been shadowed for a while.

It was all very sudden. Sometimes, it's just like Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach — the world seems full of chaotic clashes and dissonances, and then we are gone.

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