The clouds as dawn breaks are newborn streaming fitfully over ridges shaped ploddingly by the centuries clay packed on limestone to the sky. Light rain sounds the same now as yesterday’s carillon peals its farewell in this morning hush. The soil here remembers when it was rock and leaf remembers when it was soil and rock remembers its green growth. On the days pursue compacted by time without end to end without time. Thus driven away all strength wanes to wax once again.
(Everything God does will remain forever. vs.14)