The wind sweeps over him and he is gone,
and his place knows him no more.
In her memoir Out of Africa, Isak Dinesen asks, “Does Africa
know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a
color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in
which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the
gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the
Ngong Hills look out for me?” We long for people and places
to recall us. We long for immortality. But the psalm today
tells us that wind will sweep us away and our places know us
no more. And yet it also says that in his compassion God
remembers we are dust. And hasn’t he promised to someday
raise up this dust, this gravel and air, that holds our shadows?
Daily Inspirations are excerpted from 2017: A Book of Grace-Filled Days by Amy Andrews ©2016 Loyola Press. All Rights Reserved.
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