How easy it is to disregard the Hand of God while tethered to a keyboard and computer monitor, or a television, or even a book, or the next thing on the to-do list. A week ago, I choked up singing these words, "...when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands have made..." for the sense of loss over having insulated myself from that wonder, and those wondrous things. But yesterday, as I stood on the platform at Mt. Mitchell, breathing its scenery...
And recalled William Blake's The Tyger...
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
How great Thou art. Indeed.
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