16×16″ oil on canvas
September 1, 2012
Inspired by the following stanzas from “The Hills” by George MacDonald:
“And in my wanderings I did meet
Another searching too:
The dawning hope, the shared quest
Our thoughts together drew;
Fearless she laid her hand in mine
Because her heart was true.
She was not born among the hills,
Yet on each mountain face
A something known her inward eye
By inborn light can trace;
For up the hills must homeward be,
Though no one knows the place.
Clasp my hand close, my child, in thine–
A long way we have come!
Clasp my hand closer yet, my child,
Farther we yet must roam–
Climbing and climbing till we reach
Our heavenly father’s home.