“In a dream I walked with God
through the deep places of creation;
past walls that receded
and gates that opened,
through hall after hall
of silence, darkness and refreshment—
the dwelling places of souls acquainted
with light and warmth—
until, around me, was an infinity
into which we all flowed together
and lived anew,
like the rings made by raindrops
falling upon wide expanses
of calm dark waters.”
—Dag Hammarskjöld,
from Markings
