The Diary of an Old Soul

Daily Readings by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)

December 26

We all are lonely, Maker—each a soul

Shut in by itself, a sundered atom of thee.

No two yet loved themselves into a whole;

Even when we weep together we are two.

Of two to make one, which yet two shall be,

Is thy creation's problem, deep, and true,

To which thou only hold'st the happy, hurting clue.