Wordless Joy

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