I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins,
“Heaven-Haven: A nun takes the veil”
But it is not quiet, not still. The sea swings, and I am out in the green swell. And I fancy that no cloister or veil could keep out the storms. And yet.
I was reminded last night that my citizenship is not here. That in a very real way, I am already “where springs not fail.” That the Dayspring is coming; I shall awaken to see His face.
“[The doctrine of the resurrection] promises that we will get the life we most longed for, but it will be an infinitely more glorious world than if there had never been the need for bravery, endurance, sacrifce, or salvation.” ~Tim Keller, The Reason for God
I still desire to go.