By MICHAEL JINKINS
I wonder in this moment how many stars are slipping into oblivion. How many are being born.
The turn, turn, turning of the universe goes on all around us all the time, and among and within us too. To everything there is a season in this ceaseless sea of changes, waves rising from the ocean only to fall back again.
My thoughts have turned increasingly toward wisdom literature over the past year, as losses and griefs have accumulated.