Where’er Thou Art, All Things Are Glorified


8×10 oil on canvas
July 23, 2012

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Inspired by the following section from the poem “Light” by George MacDonald:

The trees lean toward thee, and, in loving pain,
Keep turning still to see thee yet again;

South sides of pines, haunted all day by thee,
Bear violins that tremble humanly.

And nothing in thine eyes is mean or low:
Where’er thou art, on every side,
All things are glorified;

And where thou canst not come, there thou dost throw
Beautiful shadows, made out of the dark,
That else were shapeless; now it bears thy mark.

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