I love to reread books I first read years ago.
New thoughts about what the writers were–are–saying occur to me, perhaps because I’m the same age, or older now, than they were when they wrote their poetry and prose.
At the same time, I don’t believe I completely missed what they were saying.
Rather their words helped create the strength to “see me through” when my turn to experience some of the same events, in my own way, would arrive.
What a beautiful mystery. Language. “In the beginning was the Word…” John 1: 1
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