‘Hallowed be Thy name.’ When all your strength ought to be focused into one pencil of light pointing up through the darkness, you allow it to be dissipated in a moss fire where nothing is consumed, but all life is suffocated.
Dag Hammarskjold Markings p. 15
A single speck of light –
I can afford that.
This day when sanctification looks like
Getting out of bed.
But for all the blackness
A tiny tendril of light
From Him to me
Is blessedly enough.
No, Doubt,
I won’t succumb.
That pencil of light
Will hold
After all.
He’s promised it
I believe it
Hallowed be His Name!
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