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Cry of Faith…

September 21, 2008

Who is this creator to whom I cry out “Help!” How can I believe in a God who cares about individual lives on one small unimportant planet?  I don’t know.  I just don’t know.  But I cannot turn away from the hope and the mystery which can never be understood.  I know only that when I cry out “Help!” the fact that I am crying out affirms that somewhere in some part of me I hope that there is someone who hears, who cares.  The One I cry out to is not limited by size or number, and can be glimpsed only in metaphor, that chief tool of imagery of the poet.  And it is only in the high language of poetry that anything can be said about God. Hildegard of Bingen likened herself to “a feather on the breath of God.” Lady Julian of Norwich saw the entire universe in a hazelnut.  
~Madeleine L’EngleGlimpses of Grace 

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