Dormition

 "You are fruit snatched out of our life,

a berry hanging round and sweet;

simply let us taste how you melt

on the tongue of eternity.

For we remain blind down here where you left us.

And each place here desires solace and peace.

Grant us at least grace and courage,

since seeing down here has ceased."

~Rainer Maria Rilke

The fast is ended. And so too, it feels, is the summer. Seeing my breath in the cool morning air and planning a cake to celebrate the Mother's return to her Son, I can't help but feel sad to see the end and the beginning. To feel change so obvious in the world around me. 

We have berries, round and sweet, hanging all around us to fill the Virgin's cake with the flavors of life. Blackberries growing wild along the drive, behind the garden, and right up to the stream. 

"Who would have thought that until her coming

the entire heavens were incomplete?"