Monday, May 24, 2004
'For he spoke hard and bitter words to me, and shut the door of his soul on me, and I withdrew. But I should have hammered on it, I should have broken it down with my naked hands, I should have cried out there not ceasing, for behind it was a man in danger, the bravest and gentlest of them all. So I who came to save was made a supplicant; and because of the power he had over me, "I held", in the strange words of the English, "I held my peace".
Yet I should have cried out my knowledge at him, it might have saved him, it might have saved us all. Then may the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy upon me, that I held the peace that was no peace at all.'
(Alan Paton, from 'Too Late the Phalarope')
Yet I should have cried out my knowledge at him, it might have saved him, it might have saved us all. Then may the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy upon me, that I held the peace that was no peace at all.'
(Alan Paton, from 'Too Late the Phalarope')
