Hauns’ Blog

“Sometimes I wake, and, lo I have forgot,

And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!

My soul that was at rest now resteth not,

For I am with myself and not with thee;

…

When I no more can stir my soul to move,

And life is but the ashes of a fire;

When I can but remember that my heart

Once used to live and love, long and aspire -

Oh, be thou then the first, the one thou art;

Be thou the calling, before all answering love,

And in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.”

I read these recently in a book I’ll probably be posting from often - Diary of an Old Soul by George MacDonald.  He is one of my favorite authors, and these verses stuck out to me. I guess they gave words to something in my heart lately.

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