Many of my robed brothers in cloisters to the south dwell beneath the shade of bay trees. I see how their Madonnas look so utterly human, And dream of Titan’s paintings, how God glows in them like embers. But when I settle into my own soul I know my God is dark and like a clump of a hundred roots drinking silently. I lift myself from His warmth; more than this I don’t know, for my branches rest in the depths and sway gently in the winds. (Rilke)
From the beautiful Dyfi Valley, our home for many decades and the Valley of my birth.
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