“My understanding is darkened,
It is no gain to enquire;
Better to wait the long night’s ending,
Till the light comes, far truth’s transcending…”
This is a poem about peering beyond the darkness, about seeking beyond the long night.
Yet there is certainty that beyond the darkness is light:
“Yet living souls, a prodigious number,
Bright-faced as dawn, invest God’s chamber”
This poem is called ‘The Cry of Elisha after Elijah’. It’s a translation by one of my inspirers, R.S.Thomas, of a poem originally in Welsh.
“… Blest are they, without pain or fretting
In the sun’s light that knows no setting.”
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