“It whispers: all is waiting here,
kept safe for thee, year after year,
beautiful songs in thousands;
where has thou been? Where, where?”
from Dag Hammarskold’s Markings
In each one of us is a wound. It is a wound that never heals, never goes away. There will be no ointment or oils that can completely mend it. It is a wound that is always with us. It haunts us like itching phantom limbs that has been amputated. For this is what has caused the wound – an amputation. A violent tearing that has left us keeling with the loss. We have been reduced to something far less than we were. But it was we that had been cut off. And this wound we carry reminds us we are far from where we have come from. Our wound remembers we were whole once, and so we are left with this longing for completeness, this desire to be made whole, but try as we might, we cannot find fulfillment here. We will not find healing for this wound, until that day when we shall be made whole once more. Until then, we wait, and hope.
“The Mighty One, God, the Lord, has spoken and called the earth... ‘Gather My saints together to me, those who have made a covenant with me by sacrifice.’ Psalm 50:1, 5”
kept safe for thee, year after year,
beautiful songs in thousands;
where has thou been? Where, where?”
from Dag Hammarskold’s Markings
In each one of us is a wound. It is a wound that never heals, never goes away. There will be no ointment or oils that can completely mend it. It is a wound that is always with us. It haunts us like itching phantom limbs that has been amputated. For this is what has caused the wound – an amputation. A violent tearing that has left us keeling with the loss. We have been reduced to something far less than we were. But it was we that had been cut off. And this wound we carry reminds us we are far from where we have come from. Our wound remembers we were whole once, and so we are left with this longing for completeness, this desire to be made whole, but try as we might, we cannot find fulfillment here. We will not find healing for this wound, until that day when we shall be made whole once more. Until then, we wait, and hope.
“The Mighty One, God, the Lord, has spoken and called the earth... ‘Gather My saints together to me, those who have made a covenant with me by sacrifice.’ Psalm 50:1, 5”
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