Derek Cook’s Reviews > Godric > Status Update

…and that’s what Hell is like, I think. It’s cold and shame and shaking. And worst of all, is loneliness.

If up till then I’d drawn apart from other folk to be alone with God, from that day for I shut the door and booted it. In part I thought to save myself from the calling of the world to sin. In even greater part, I think, I sought to save the world from me.

“There’s two things charm the eyes like wizardry. One’s flames, but I’ve seen enough to last my life. The other’s water. I watch that river till I think I even hear him sing.”
-Aedwen

Dowse your quill in honey, for the truth’s a bitter brew

Oh Ailred, is the past a sea old men can founder in before their time and drown?

How I rage at times to smite with these same fists I scarce can clench! How I long, when woods are green, to lark and leap on shanks grown dry as sticks!…so ever and again young Godric’s dreams well up to flood old Godric’s prayers, or prayers and dreams reach God in such a snarl he has to comb the tangle out, and who knows which he counts more dear.