To find the words
to sense the rhythm of life
is to slip away
from habits of a lifetime,
to sway to new melodies
in the moments
of each passing year
to sense the grace of our age.
“Sometimes when I am writing,
I am aware of a rhythm, a dance, a fury,
which is as yet empty of words.”
~ Stephen Spender, poet
(1919 ~ 1995)
