Since just after I started this blog, I tried to post a poem every Friday. While not always our most widely-read pieces, it's remained one of the best-loved features, enough so that one of the most common questions I've gotten since we came back is "when are you going to post poems again?"
I've debated how best to restart this particular Breaking Time tradition, and after an exhilarating, hectic week, I think Leonard Cohen's "Sky" works perfectly:
The great ones pass
they pass without touching
they pass without looking
each in his joy
each in his fire
Of one another
they have no need
they have the deepest need
The great ones pass
Recorded in some multiple sky
inlaid in some endless laughter
they pass
like stars of different seasons
like meteors of different centuries
Fire undiminished
by passing fire
laughter uncontrolled
by comfort
they pass one another
without touching without looking
needing only to know
the great ones pass
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