:: till we have faces ::

Wondering at the wonder of words, how CS Lewis has become my mentor these last hours. How I, mortal, can see for a moment the stamp of the deity in whose image I am made. I feel like a god in this realm, given earth to subdue. How the animals and rivers and skies must wonder when I walk crest-fallen, I who am placed far above these in both value and authority. A tree cannot cut me down, a river cannot ford me, skies cannot hold me.

And I wish in this moment that the books written in my mind could be transcribed on an unfurling scroll. I live lives there. This is just a postcard, not the journey. I wish I could take you with me.