Saturday scenes from around the farm. Sunlight on frozen fields brought Spenser’s poem to mind. I can’t help but continue to reflect on the mystery of this Divine Romance, how His love can melt the coldest heart and make diamonds out of hearts of ice.
"My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
how comes it then that this her cold so great is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
but harder grows, the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not delayed by her heart frozen cold,
but that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? 
What more miraculous thing may be told that fire, which all thing melts, should harden ice:
And ice which is congealed with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the pow'r of love in gentle mind
that it can alter all the course of kind." 
Poem by Edmund Spenser, photography by Prairie Chick
8 comments:
I LOVE that poem. It has to be one of my favorites from my University days :)
Very pretty photos - The sun on the icicles is spectacular. Hope you have a good weekend.
Great photos. I look at your blog everyday, and all of a sudden today, two posts showed up that Weren't there before. Crazy blog land (o: Like the cats name.
wow that is some white stuff you got there!
Soothing to read...
I didn't know that poem and think it somehow sadly beautiful.
The pictures are amazing - as always. What my grandchildren wouldn't give for just a bit of that snow. They had such fun with the little bit of ice they had at their house. Just imagine a whole yard full of snow!
I'm trying to catch up with you. You've written so many neat things and I hate to miss anything. One more busy day and then back to my normal slow existence (I hope).
Wow...!
Beauteous!
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