End and beginning! We are always on
The razor-edge between the fact and dream,
The dream becoming fact as moments flow.
The now in which we live is Rubicon;
We from the past to future cross its stream,
But ever it goes with us as we go.
Ever we bid goodbye; oblivion
Shuts gates behind us; and ever the gleam
Of new encounters makes our faces glow.
Each now receding lifts new horizon.
So let me greet tomorrow as my New
Year – nay, this very evening, nearer still.
Let me vow as each moment I break through
That, knowing little, I shall trust one Will !
Weekly Times 28.12.62