In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away. - T. S. Eliot

Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man,
Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire;
Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted;
Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God;
Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal,
Less than we fear the love of God.

And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now.

He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience.