There is a hush over August. Its quietude invites every Jackself to take as one’s own Hopkins’ interior monologue: “Let be, call off thoughts awhile.” Words, too, need a rest. Only in silence can we hear the psalmist: Be still, and know that I Am God.
Emile Bernard. Madeleine in the Bois d’Amour on the River Aven. (late 1900s). Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
Until later. And with glad wishes for a sweet summer’s end.