Awash with Angels

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Today, in Bellingham, even the sidewalks gleam.
Small change glints from the creases
in the lady’s mantle and the hostas after
the rain that falls, like grace, unmerited.
My pockets are full, spilling over.
~Luci Shaw from “Small Change”

There were thunder storms and torrential rains to the north of us, to the east and to the south, but we had only a gentle constant showering during the night — a calm center.  This morning such undeserved grace is gleaming as if a spill over of twilight’s gloaming.

Today we are awash, cleansed,  with bright wings.

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And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
~ Gerard Manly Hopkins from “God’s Grandeur”


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Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.
~Richard Wilbur

5 thoughts on “Awash with Angels

  1. All of these are nice, Emily, but the first one may be the best-composed landscape I’ve ever seen. I have a mania for Picasso’s definition: “Art is a lie that tells the truth.” So I’m always taken by some image on a flat piece of page, scant millimeters thin, whose surface has been manipulated to suggest great depths into which one feels one could walk. I can literally feel the gravel under my shoes in this scene. Thank you.

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  2. Bill, you are too generous but it sometimes astonishes me what I walk outside to see on a simple late summer morning after a rain. It is all pure gift. Thank you, my dear friend.

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  3. When we were children, we always knew that ‘up there’ was where God surely lived. As adults, theological precepts changed that. I think, now that I am not that far from ‘going home,’ I like my child’s thinking better — because I can see the other-worldly light, the permanence of the sky and, sometimes, in certain cloud formations, I can almost see Him — up there, waiting to welcome me home.

    These striking photos remind me of paintings from the “Hudson River School” (Catskill Mountains, NY State) by artists Thomas Cole and Frederick Church, et al. who produced paintings showing atmospheric lighting. To this day, I can recognize their unique work by the way in which they used light.

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  4. Alice,

    that is exactly the light I felt I was seeing, the “Hudson River School” light. We have a local artist, Randy Van Beek, who uses that kind of light in his paintings. http://www.randyvanbeek.com

    I agree, I think God is “up there”, waiting.

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  5. Thank you, Emily. I will certainly check out Randy VanBeek.
    Also: I omitted one very prominent painter of the Hudson River School — Alfred Bierstadt, who painted almost exclusively in the American West. Check out Google for a wonderful selections of his works.

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