Vincent van Gogh

There may be a great fire in our soul, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passersby only see a wisp of smoke coming through the chimney, and go along their way. Look here, now what must be done? Must one tend the inner fire, have salt in oneself, wait patiently yet with how much impatience for the hour when somebody will come and sit down--maybe to stay? Let him who believes in God wait for the hour that will come sooner or later.

1 comment:

  1. the ones who might come to stay have some possible dangers: being burned, a commitment to tend the fire and fan the flames, and the possibility of killing the fire. i think that's what keeps people away content to see the smoke