Spiritual inhalation

I spoke to Harry quite a lot when we met last night. He told me to look after myself, not to go down the wrong path, or at the very least, not to get lost. Since Alasdair died I have become aware my exile from this world, and have once again felt a strange call, like from another land, a type of invisible no-man’s-land that, nevertheless, is part of me. I know that there is where the shadow will clear, and what remains of Alasdair in me, what I will discover about him over and above physical death, will change, and will change me. Those words that I read so long ago, that are still engraved in my mind: ”Come and make my soul a hostage to your love, so that my faith will become perfect”.