Each Thursday I will share thoughts from someone else. They may be famous or not. Past or present. Today I will offer a final few verses from T.S. Eliot’s “Little Gidding”. The last of his Four Quartets. These lines are very personal and meaningful to me. When my dear friend’s abuelo passed away, we had a fire in our back yard and bought him a rose to toss into the fire. It was a transcendental and highly emotional experience for him and my family. I hope you will consider these words and all that they could mean today.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.