A Severe Mercy

altogether healthier to find yourself being used as the answer to someone else’s prayer.

My great recent discovery is that when I mourn Joy least I feel nearest to her. Passionate sorrow cuts us off from the dead

Not only are we harried by time, we seem unable, despite a thousand generations, even to get used to it. We are always amazed at it—how fast it goes, how slowly it goes, how much of it is gone. Where, we cry, has the time gone? We aren’t adapted to it, not at home in it. If that is so, it may appear as a proof, or at least a powerful suggestion, th

‘Thou shalt not do anything contrary to love.’

only by love of love can love endure, For self’s a killer,

it is a poor life if we have no time ‘to stop and stare’

the good life, the life without the pressure of time. A life we could lead together, even if we had to sell apples along the road.

The killer of love is creeping separateness.

‘Christians NEVER say goodbye!’ In eternity there will be ‘time enough’.