Fallen
In Frederick Buechner’s novel Godric, the twelfth century holy man makes a pilgrimage to Rome seven centuries after its fall and says…
I carried Aedwen on my shoulders up a hill where goats leapt at their lecheries and dropped their berries through the fallen halls where Caesar and his lords had hatched the laws that ruled the world. Poor folk grew cabbage there.
Two provocative sentences from Mr. Buechner’s pen.
The glory of Rome fallen to a haunt of goats and a cabbage patch for the poor.
Yes, the centuries roll on relentlessly and empires do fall. Read more