…the clouds are the dust of his feet. (Nahum 1:3)
From Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s: God’s Omnipresence: A Hymn
‘Lord, even as Thou all-present art,
O may we still with heedful heart
Thy presence know and find!
Then, come what will, of weal or woe,
Joy’s bosom-spring shall steady flow;
For though tis Heaven thyself to see,
Where but thy Shadow fall, Grief cannot be!’
(The Complete Poems Penguin Classics 1997, p.306)
I seem to be on a roll with pictures of some of the scenery surrounding us.
Despite being temperamental at times, the Australian climate is both breathtaking and beautiful. It compliments the landscape, consistently outshining itself with every announcement made about the close of each new day.
It maybe a little long in the tooth, but if I had to name the photo I would ‘christen’ it: “Autumn blossoms and cold skies roll in from the West.”
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