I will lift up mine eyes unto the mountains: From whence shall my help come? — Ps 121:1
Lo! all the glory gone!
God’s masterpiece undone!
The last created and the first to fall;
The noblest, frailest, godliest of all.
Child of the humble sod,
Wed with the breath of God,
Descend! for with the lowest thou must lie—
Arise! thou hast inherited the sky.
— John B. Tabb.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations; I cannot reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
— Louisa M. Alcott.
Heavenly Father, may I see as I raise my eyes to the mountains that without the deep shadows there would be no vision of the high-light, and still higher may I see that without the sun there would be no color to encircle the rainbow. And beyond, O Father, may I believe that without the shadow of the cross we could not have the glory of the resurrection. May I keep the vision clear. Amen.