Holy Spirit, I pray that each one of us would hear one thing — just one thing —
over our time here that we can carry home, back to our lonely work, like a
flame to
sit in the window, guiding us into our next season of life as artists.
Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red flames fierce: The Heavens melted from north to south: and Urizen, who sat Above all heavens, in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous Falling into the deep sublime: flag'd with grey - brow'd snows And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd over the deep; Weeping in dismal howling woe, he dark descended, howling Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling, shudd» ring c
Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red
flames fierce: The Heavens melted from north to south: and Urizen, who
sat Above all heavens, in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous Falling into the deep sublime: flag'd with grey - brow'd snows And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd
over the deep; Weeping in dismal howling woe, he dark descended, howling Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling, shudd» ring c
over the deep; Weeping in dismal howling woe, he dark descended, howling Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling, shudd» ring cold.
That soul - warming «golden elixir» would
sit simmering and oh - so - gently bubbling and sputtering on the stove
over a very low
flame for hours and hours, until we could no longer take it and our appetites got the best of us.