I return to this collection of poems by the great, Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz as a way of saying goodbye to 2012 and hello to 2013, and with trumpets sounding, too. This poem called Tidings from Bells In Winter says much of what I feel about life and humanity. Milosz' words float in from someplace outside of time. What are we moving toward, I wonder? And what will we take with us to keep present?
Here is Tidings in full.
As for trumpets sounding, I also returned to an early photo of my son who fell in love with the instrument in fourth grade. He's nineteen and still playing.