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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, November 30, 2014

Godlight

“Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.”
                                                                                                                                 C.S. Lewis
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the grip of darkness is broken
the wretched gray is gone

frigid winds are stilled
and in the moment of dawn

gold streams from the heavens
spilling through the trees
kissing the grass
turning the snow to diamonds
and the world sparkle bright

love in a sunrise
“Godlight”
In the woods

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