Every morn you paint the sunrise,Illumining a different landscape each time,Inspiring the day before us.We are in awe at the ineffable beauty,Lighting the hills and the plains.
Show me such grand celebration,That I may have a hand in this Creation;Please teach me this artistry,From You, the Master Himself,That with divine technique becomes,The expression of Pure Love.
The Nature of the Sphinx - N.C. Wyeth Here we have a clue to the nature of the Sphinx. The Sphinx is really the being who has us by the throat, who strangles us. When the ether-body ...