And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well*

by chuckofish

I made it safely to the snow-covered prairie–a very windy trip, but uneventful. I controlled my 241 horses and raced north, arriving in good time. Praise the Lord.

All is well.

*And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

— T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding, Four Quartets