"Hard is hard - there is no measuring stick -
and sadness too often comes right in as
the shadow kin of joy."
-From The Forbidden Garden by Ellen Herrick, page 78
Showing posts with label Fragile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fragile. Show all posts
15 June 2018
14 June 2018
On Breathing Dust - Roadside in Missoula, Montana
"He knew he was in the presence of two Eldila.... "Look on him , beloved, and love him", said the first.
"He is indeed but breathing dust and a careless touch would unmake him." "
"He is indeed but breathing dust and a careless touch would unmake him." "
-from Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis, transition into Ch 16
Crouched at the edge of the road (&, yes, paying attention so as not to get run over!), I think, "How much more fragile are we, with all our complex internal systems grounded in original dust, than this tiny, intricate winged creature come to rest on the edge of a mud puddle?".
Crouched at the edge of the road (&, yes, paying attention so as not to get run over!), I think, "How much more fragile are we, with all our complex internal systems grounded in original dust, than this tiny, intricate winged creature come to rest on the edge of a mud puddle?".
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