Ah, God! Why Are Our Souls, Lone Helpless Seas

Posted on January 5, 2013 by Christi

Ah, God! why are our souls, lone helpless seas

11×14″ oil on canvas
July 1, 2012

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Inspired by the following passage from A Story of the Sea Shore by George MacDonald:

Ah, God! why are our souls, lone helpless seas,
Tortured with
such immitigable storm?
What is this love, that now on angel wing
Sweeps us amid the stars in passionate calm;
And now with demon arms fast cincturing,
Drops us, through all gyrations of keen pain,
Down the black vortex, till the giddy whirl
Gives fainting respite to the ghastly brain?
Not these the maiden’s questions. Comes he yet?
Or am I widowed ere my wedding
day?

About Christi

I am a single mother with two young daughters who are the world to me. I am a philosophy professor, especially fond of Kierkegaard and Augustine. Presently, I teach as an adjunct at a plethora of colleges in the Houston area, trying to make ends meet. Creating art brings me immense joy, but only recently have I begun to venture into the arena of making my creations a consumer commodity. I'd rather my work be created as a good in itself, and given to those I love. But necessity breeds invention, they say, and human beings have to eat.
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