Beyond the touch of age, my Celia,

In you, in me, in everyone, we join God’s growing mind.

For in no separate place or time, or soul, we find

Our meaning. In one mingled soul reside

All times and places. On a tide

Of mist and azure air

We journey toward that soul, through circumstance,

Until at last we fully care and dare

To make within ourselves divinity.”

“And what of all the others,” Celia said,