Restoring the Soul
"I believe because it is absurd." ~Tertullian
Something is happening to the stony grip that has clenched my heart for longer than I care to admit. I am reminded of C.S. Lewis's description of Aslan's warm breath freeing the statues in the courtyard of the White Witch's castle. Remember?
"A tiny streak of gold began to run along his white marble back-then it spread-then the color seemed to lick all over him as the flame licks all over a bit of paper-then, while his hindquarters were still obviously stone, the lion shook his mane and all the heavy, stone folds rippled into living hair..."
1 comment:
That's excellent. There is no substitute for the breath of Aslan - although I think we humans like to imagine we can replicate it if we just try hard enough.
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