Dark and cold we may be, but this Is no winter now: the frozen misery Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move: The thunder is the thundering of the floes, The thaw, the flood, the upstart spring. Thank God our time is now when wrong Comes up to face us everywhere, Never to leave us til we take The longest stride of soul we ever took. Affairs are now soul-size. The enterprise Is exploration into God.
~ from "A Sleep of Prisoners" in SELECTED PLAYS by Christopher Fry
We are made for Light. There are moments of perfect happiness,
moments when one feels so well, at peace with oneself and with others.
Such moments of fullness exist. They are rare, perhaps, but we have
all experienced them. Each of us is capable of living such moments.
They continue to send signals to us even when we are in despair. For
on the mountain God summons us to the Light.
