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Facing the Sun
'What answer then'
A few years ago I was away at a weekend residential course that had attracted both Christians and sceptics. Over coffee the first evening, a few of us gathered in a small sitting room and the conversation turned to religion*.
The next day one of the Christians from the group asked me how far I thought I had grown spiritually. I said that I had no idea. That for me spiritual growth was like the flower that turned its face to the sun. It did not know how tall it had grown. It only knew that it was facing the sun. I would have continued but he stopped me, indicating that I had given him answer enough. But what for one who believes that there is no sun. That, dim or bright, the only light in a dark and indifferent universe is the candle that burns within each of us. What answer then? * I describe this in my prose poem 'He Walked Away' in 'Poems of Youth and Age'. |