This is where my soul lives.
As I walked through the wilderness of this world,
I lighted on a certain place where there was a Den,
And I laid me down in that place to sleep…
And, as I slept, I dreamed a dream.
I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man
clothed with rags, standing in a certain place,
with his face from his own house,
a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.
I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein;
and, as he read, he wept, and trembled;
and not being able longer to contain,
he brake out with a lamentable cry,
saying, What Shall I do?
The Pilgrim’s Progress
Reflections from the, ‘Castles of the Mind’, weekend,
organised by Steve Tanham and Barbara Walsh.