page 417 : "So in this vale of Death, God girds us round; and over all our gloom, the sun of Righteousness still shines a beacon and a hope. If we bend down our eyes, the dark vale shows her mouldy soil; but if we lift them, the bright sun meets our glance half way, to cheer."
7.75" by 10.75"
acrylic paint, ink and marker on found paper
October 21, 2010