From the commencement of an inner
springtime: my heart made transparent, I started writing poetry once more; and where I had left off. The sap rose again, and more powerfully for
having endured such a harsh winter. Up through the fiery pillar, in the midst
of me, ‘the force that through the green fuse
drives the flower.’ * The issue
of life out of death, light out of darkness, brought forth new uncurling ‘leaves,’
having torn my heart, even further apart. And now it seemed my writings were even
harder to decipher; they were, perhaps, even more incomprehensible! But that
was alright! It was alright! Delight washed over all I wrote, and I knew I was
where I was meant to be – in the Unknown with God. Confidence revived. The door
opened.
* (- Dylan Thomas.)
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