It’s been a busy and eventful (and really good) semester. I am taking today, Friday (the 13th!) of finals week, to slow and breathe and be alone. I walked to Hale Library’s great room (the “Harry Potter room”) and wrote some poems, and this was one of them. The theme of beauty in the midst of pain is a common one for me (see, e.g., here or here or here, not to mention the many about OCD and … well it’s a theme). My good friend and I had a conversation the other day where just the stories in his own immediate world felt crushing, not even to mention things like the stuff I read today in the news … or the Holocaust. The world groans. It aches. There is so much pain. This really hangs on me–I feel it, everyday–and I write to wrestle and help integrate who I know God to be and the visible world … my lament psalms.
(The title is from a line in a Switchfoot song. The first line is from J. I. Packer’s Knowing God introduction. Corrie is Ten Boom; Lali is the tattooist of Auschwitz.)
