It's a long time since I read Little Gidding, but I came across these lines recently:
...last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
Perhaps the most wonderful thing about that passage is that it's only half true. Last year's words are still with us (Little Gidding was published, after all, in 1942): we depend upon them to help break down the barrier between the past and the future.
But still, I'm looking forward to next year's words.
And I'm hoping for many beginnings.
Word To Use Today: Gidding. The village of Little Gidding in Huntingdonshire is named after a Saxon called Gydda, who is now known only for the new use people have made of his name..