The poem, Closing The Circle, by Wendell Berry

Within the circle of our lives
we dance the circle of the years,
the circles of the seasons
within the circles of the years,
the cycles of the moon
within the circles of the season,
the circles of our reasons
within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go,
changed, changing. Hands
join, unjoin in love and fear,
grief and joy. The circles turn,
each giving into each, into all.
Only music keeps us here,

each by all the others held.
In the hold of hands and eyes
we turn in pairs, that joining
joining each to all again.

And then we turn aside, alone,
out of the sunlight gone

into the darker circles of return.

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Feb 15, 2019
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The gift of wendell
by: john bick

Might I come some time and see you that our spirits might touch, or might I say that my spirit might touch you with a degree of gratitude equal to the joy you have touched me and so many others. But surely you could not give a minute to every fan, unless you intend to live 150 years, so perhaps this will have to serve as a hug and a walk by the river and a talk about human consciences and the coming struggle with artificial intelligence.

Sep 27, 2014
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by: Anonymous

His words will be read at a Yom kippur
Service.

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