Thus It Was
I am being driven forward
into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
the air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
stirs the strings
of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
a clear pure note
in the silence.
into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
the air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
stirs the strings
of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
a clear pure note
in the silence.
Dag Hammarskjöld, "Thus It Was" Vägmärken (Markings), translated by W.H. Auden (1964), p. 5.
PDF: http://www.uufs.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Meditation-and-Prayer.pdf
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