Egregious Reader

I am the LORD your God from the land of Egypt; you know no God but me, and besides me there is no savior. It was I who knew you in the wilderness, in the land of drought; but when they had grazed, they became full, they were filled, and their heart was lifted up; therefore they forgot me. Return, O Israel, to the LORD your God, for you have stumbled because of your iniquity. Take with you words and return to the LORD; say to him, "we will say no more, 'Our God,' to the work of our hands. In you the orphan finds mercy." O Ephraim, what have I to do with idols? It is I who answer and look after you. I am like an evergreen cypress

August 24, 1961 Is it a new country In another world of reality... I awoke To an ordinary morning with gray light Reflected from the street, But still remembered The dark-blue night Above the tree line, The open moor in moonlight, The crest in shadow. Remembered other dreams Of the same mountain country: Twice I stood on its summits, I stayed by its remotest lake, And followed the river Toward its source. The seasons have changed And the light And the weather And the hour. But it is the same land. And I begin to know the map And to get my bearings. Dag Hammarskjöld, the 2nd Secretary-General of the United Nations. He died in a plane crash in September of 1961 en route to negotiate a cease-fire. He and fifteen others perished. This is the last entry from his diary that was published after his death. (I like this because I feel myself lost in a new country and hope to get my bearings soon ... and that I know the map.--jason)