Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Grace

Things move me. Sometimes it is a song. Other times a conversation with a friend. Or a movie. On and on the list could go. I came across a poem the other day. It has haunted me.


He who learns must suffer.
And even in his sleep
Pain that cannot forget
Falls drop by drop upon the heart,
And in our own despair,
Against our will,
Comes wisdom to us
By the awful grace of God.

Aeschylus

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