Category Archives: T.S. Eliot

Sudden in a shaft of sunlight

Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.

— T.S. Eliot

Only through time is time conquered, Eliot also wrote. The moment as the world’s opening to God.