...All things change and pass in the end,
and when they are past we must rest and forget.
That too is the law of the gods.
When the Summer is over, the land must sleep,
root and stone and water and earth:
the seed in the furrow, the beast in the hole,
the leaf on the tree giving itself to the air,
lightly - lightly - no weight staying it
- to fall to the ground and to rest.
To rest and to rest, safe on the ground,
deep under the snow,
with nothing to trouble it, only to rest.
...Rest, rest and forget.
The seed to the furrow, the beast to the hole,
the leaf to the ground,
and all to rest and forget.
- from The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope
Blessings dark and deep!