Quote of the Week #155 - A Walk Through a Garden in Late Autumn
I am walking through a garden. The time is late autumn. The hour is twilight. How colorful everything is. It is so beautiful my eyes are moist. Oh, this wonderful twilight hour, these precious moments of eternity…silently, I stand and listen…listen…it speaks to me:
“Welcome home, my son! Let me embrace you. Your hair is gray, your eyes are clear and bright. It is well now, you are back in the heart of your family. Sit down, have some fruit. The others will be here soon to press your hands and to kiss your lean cheeks. We all missed you so. You strayed here and there, but we never lost track of you and we hoped that you would find the road. Always, we longed for you, and you are here with us, and you smile. ‘Twasn’t so bad, was it? The road was long, the trails were steep and a bit lonely. But, that is all past now…you are home. Let me take a good look at you.”
--Mory Berman, Autumn Leaves; A Collection of Essays
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