Trusting Uncertainty
So they followed their wandering paths, and the darkness served as their guide, and their doubts reassured them.
So they followed their wandering paths, and the darkness served as their guide, and their doubts reassured them.
The heart has its reasons that reason does not know. Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point.
Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence. I know that my trunk rose from his warmth, but that’s all, because my branches hardly move at all near the ground, and just wave a little in the wind.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength.
And yet even while I was exulting in my solitude I became aware of a strange lack. I wished a companion to lie near me in the starlight, silent and not moving, but ever within touch. For there is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
I’m too old for the term, but I’ll use it anyway. I’ll be a child of the wind, till the end of my days.