Thoughts on a Friday

Pine trees at dusk, in the fog

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,

Whom we, that have not seen thy face,

By faith, and faith alone, embrace,

Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;

Thou madest Life in man and brute;

Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot

Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:

Thou madest man, he knows not why,

He thinks he was not made to die;

And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,

The highest, holiest manhood, thou.

Our wills are ours, we know not how;

Our wills are ours to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;

They have their day and cease to be;

They are but broken lights of thee,

And thou, O Lord, are more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;

For knowledge is of things we see;

And yet we trust it comes from thee,

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

From In Memoriam A. H. H. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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One Comment Add yours

  1. LT says:

    Beautiful pic and beautiful words.

    Have a great weekend.

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