Words are are difficult to find at the moment. I have only been expressing words silently through quiet tears. Tennyson, as today’s poem, is worthy. Words such as doubt, fear, night, darkness … amongst these .. stirring for truth, perplext, in faith, purity in deed, fought, strength, gold. The second verse,
“Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,
At last he beat his music out,
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds”.
Perhaps in our tears is a reflection of doubt, fear but water (the liquid of tears) is Light and somewhere amongst the tears is this resilience to believe, to keep believing and the determination to stand once again at the foot of the Cross in solidarity with the suffering. And, to cling to the lamp that Christ lit within me. As Malcolm writes, “towards a renewed and profound faith in the GOD who is Love”. Where else could I be at the moment?
Perhaps I should switch the drawings around for today with yesterday’s aurora.