The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
“The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again.”
Frederic Manning | “Korè”