Dag Hammerskold

Still the question: shall I ever get there?

I am being driven forward
Into an unknown lane.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings of expectation.
Still the question:
Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
in the silence.

~ from MARKINGS by Dag Hammerskold
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