Yet things come to me from the realm unknown,
Airs drift across the twilight border land,
Odored with life,
…whispers to my heart are blown
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak
Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak.
- George MacDonald, “Diary of an Old Soul”
as quoted by, John Eldredge, The Journey of Desire, copyright 2000, page 4
