So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no - but refreshed, rested - while waiting.
Dag HammarskjoldYour cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.
Dag HammarskjoldPray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
Dag HammarskjoldForgiveness is the answer to the child's dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, what is soiled is made clean again.
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