He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
“The indwelling Spirit shall teach him what is of God and what is not.
This is why sometimes we can conjure up no logical reason for opposing
a certain teaching, yet in the very depth of our being arises a resistance.”
(the “beaver” moon in the wee hours of a foggy dawn sky / Julie Cook / 2017)
“The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.”
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
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Wonderful poem by Eliot! Yes, it is Love that has created all that is. Blessings on your day Julie.
I thought it just perfect for today 🙂
Love T.S. Eliot! Thank you for posting this, Julie!
thank Lynn–when I found the poem, I thought it so perfect for today.
Beautiful image and great poem! 🙂 ❤
Merci madame 😘