Scottish Landscape Artist,
Joseph Farquharson, 1846 - 1935
Each Winter as the Year Grows Older
Each winter as the year grows older,
we each grow older, too.
The chill sets in a little colder;
the verities we knew seem shaken and untrue.
When race and class cry out for treason,
when sirens call for war,
they overshout the voice of reason
and scream til we ignore all we held dear before.
Yet I believe beyond believing
that life can spring from death,
that growth can flower from our grieving,
that we can catch our breath and turn transfixed by faith.
So even as the sun is turning
to journey to the north,
the living flame, in secret burning,
can kindle on the earth and bring God’s love to birth.
O Child of ecstasy and sorrows,
O Prince of peace and pain,
brighten today’s world by tomorrow’s,
renew our lives again; Emmanuel come and reign!
Lyrics by William Gay
Music by Annabeth Gay
December is here, and the year grows older. The most beautiful close of day ~ and close of year ~ paintings that I know of are those by Joseph Farquharson who painted numerous vividly hued winter sunsets, all with such evocative names as "The Shortening Winter's Day is Near a Close" (above), "Day's Dying Glow," "The Sun Had Closed the Winter's Day,"
and this one --
For more pictures and poems
about the close of day
see last year's post
As Darkness Falls Into Light
on The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
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