The Light of Providence

Upon viewing the beauties of the Exmoor

The Lord, Jehovah, God of all.

All is His and all things good he is.

Heaven trembles; all creation to His call.

'Twas Void in darkness; deep Dark's Abyss

And glorious Living Light e'er was and still;

 the Essence worn, His Honour, His Splendour.

Brought forth by burning Fire so to fill

the Void with goodness and of grandeur.

The first sunset o'er a dark, shapeless world.

Praise to Providence, Nature's light;

Sweet blissful Heaven open now my sight.

Author's Note

Here's a little bit of my religious ideals for you. Inspired by a walk through the East Lyn Valley