Sometimes when we stand on the hills and see the rays of the sun shining through the clouds in ethereal drama, it is such a majestic spectacle and not difficult to understand why William Blake should have written, “And did the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills?”
I feel we are being drawn into a profound truth and that we need only allow ourselves to be carried along with the joyous momentum of it all like an ecstatic audience in thrall to the crescendo of a rousing symphony.
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