The End

This is a little poem that picks up on the ideas in the last part of my “Thoughts on Language” posts.

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Sky over Tintagel

Sky over Tintagel

As we approach the Holy,

When we finally begin to know

Without the intellect

And to see

Without the understanding,

Then, at last, we begin to hear

The Silence

That exists in the place

Where all our words fai . . .

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