In a week of troubled and darker skies I have finished painting a sunrise.
The sun is our constant source of light and life.
It never fails us and inspires awe in its power and grandeur.
John Donne wrote wonderfully about our Suns eternal source in his poem
“The Sun Rising” and its last verse sums up well a philosophy of renewal.
She’s all states, and all princes, I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
My Painting du Jour “Daybreak, Sunrise”
Sunshine and love to you all.
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