It is fascinating to me that this poem appears in the section of the book concerned with ‘journeying’ and yet much of it, it seems to me, at least the whole of the second stanza, is specifically about standing still, not-journeying. What, then, is journeying in this poem? Perhaps it is time itself. Perhaps it is love, “eternally overflowing”. Perhaps it is the interior journey, traveling deeper into the self, through “the interval of our wounding”, deeper still into the silence of eternal love.
It feels to me like there is a deep stillness at the heart of this poem, and at the heart of the spiritual life. It is one of the paradoxes of the life of faith that it is in that very stillness that our deepest, fullest journeying takes place, into the heart of who we are and who God is.
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