...desired with almost sickening intensity something never to be described (except that it is cold, spacious, severe, pale and remote) and then . . . found myself at the very same moment already falling out of that desire and wishing I were back in it.
~Surprised by Joy, C.S. Lewis
What is the hunger that comes on so swiftly and flees so fast? Lewis descibes it as a moment of utter longing for reunion with God. His friend Tolkien speaks of eucatastrophe, the sudden, almost violent, turn for the better against despair.
It cannot be sought on its' own merits. And if you drink too often, the well will come up dry.
Where have I found it?
A Live Coal in the Sea by Madeline L'Engle.
City on Our Knees by TobyMac
Amarantine by Enya
...even in my own writing when I look at it from a distance.
Where have you found it?