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Light Bursts Forth
The beam of light, which
for a moment breaks the dark cloud of a wintry day, vanishes again, and seems
to leave the world in deeper gloom. And yet that ray of sunshine brings the sure
revelation of a realm of cloudless light beyond, and gives the certain prophecy
of the summer's glory which shall burst upon the world when the storms of
winter have passed away. And, even so, these seasons of spiritual vision give
us hints of the power and depth of this life of ours, which sometimes seems so
mean and small. Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, the greater possibilities of
existence. Let the power of the Highest remain with us. Though we descend from
the mount of God into the dark valley, let our face shine with the glory of the
heavenly vision. Amidst the imbecility and monotony and weariness of daily
life, let our minds be glorified by these grand poetic symbols — Love and
Beauty, Immortality and God.
—
Frank
Walters (1845-1908)
As
Good As God
That God of the clergymen, He is for me as
dead as a doornail. But am I an atheist for all that? The clergymen
consider me as such — be it so; but I love, and how could I feel love if I did
not live, and if others did not live, and then, if we live, there is something mysterious in that. Now call that God, or
human nature or whatever you like, but there is something which I cannot define
systematically, though it is very much alive and very real, and see, that is
God, or as good as God. To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a
God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, but a living one, who with irresistible
force urges us toward aimer encore; that is my opinion.
—
Vincent
van Gogh (born March 30, 1853)
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| The Sower by Vincent van Gogh (1888) |
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