The Diary of an Old Soul

Daily Readings by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)

January 2

A dim aurora rises in my east,

Beyond the line of jagged questions hoar,

As if the head of our intombed High Priest

Began to glow behind the unopened door:

Sure the gold wings will soon rise from the gray!—

They rise not. Up I rise, press on the more,

To meet the slow coming of the Master's day.