. Down the year. ^ which is to come. And all in a lightning-flash! Truly, God lovethme! Darkness again. The crepitation, the crash ofthe thunders drums, and the winds are againsounding their music. But I know now how theyplay. Those taut lines across the blazing welkinare the cords of the harp of the universe, andthrough them Gods winds march in majestic,unearthly harmonies. But though the sky seems close, though theveil hangs near, and all beyond the veil is chaos,still there is a sense of vast expanse beyond theveil. The rain on the face, the wind in the ears,the cool air in the nostrils, th
. Down the year. ^ which is to come. And all in a lightning-flash! Truly, God lovethme! Darkness again. The crepitation, the crash ofthe thunders drums, and the winds are againsounding their music. But I know now how theyplay. Those taut lines across the blazing welkinare the cords of the harp of the universe, andthrough them Gods winds march in majestic,unearthly harmonies. But though the sky seems close, though theveil hangs near, and all beyond the veil is chaos,still there is a sense of vast expanse beyond theveil. The rain on the face, the wind in the ears,the cool air in the nostrils, the beauty on theheart, all these are ringed within the charmedcircle. But still I know that far beyond the veil,out yonder outside the dark, are the stars andGod. 51. WHEN DAWN COMES ACROSS THEFIELDS Morning! What a mystery of magic there isin the word! It contains all there is of wonder,of amazement, of awe at the incomprehensible, ofbeauty and strangeness; for morning means a be-ginning, a coming into existence of something thatwas not, and so it means all the wonder andmajesty of creation and birth. Morning is thecoming into life of a day, and the beginning oflife—the life of a flower, a bird, a bee, a boy, apicture, a poem, a paradise, a star, a world, a day—is such an event as worlds pause to witness,and circling stars change orbits for, and menssouls gasp at and well over. Morning is all ofthis. Just for a new day to come to the world isa great event. Sometimes I wonder when I standbareheaded beneath the cool, deep mystery ofthe dawning welkin why we celebrate holidays atall. As if one day were of greater importancethan another just because something is supposedto have taken place on that date in a year so fargone that no one knows whethe
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