Christopher Fry

Never to leave us til we take the longest stride of soul we ever took

Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now: the frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move:
The thunder is the thundering of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart spring.
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us til we take
The longest stride of soul we ever took.
Affairs are now soul-size.
The enterprise
Is exploration into God.

~ from "A Sleep of Prisoners" in SELECTED PLAYS by Christopher Fry

Affairs are now soul size

Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to meet us everywhere
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul humanity ever took —
Affairs are now soul size.
The enterprise
Is exploration into God.

~ by Christopher Fry
A sleep of prisoners: A play
By Christopher Fry
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