Hands of the priests alone could touch the Ark
To robe it in the glory of the veil
And safety of the badgers' skins to embark
Across the wilderness's arid trail;
But all was swathed in blue. The sombre tones
Of all around as it went forth to seek
A resting place through desert sand and stones
Show once again the Ark to be unique.
And thus the heavenly Man moved in a scene
Foreign to Him; but if He laid aside
Some of His glories His distinctive mien
Showed heavenly grace which flesh could never hide.
While each true Israelite, in heaven's view,
Should also wear a thread of heavenly blue.
And safety of the badgers' skins to embark
Across the wilderness's arid trail;
But all was swathed in blue. The sombre tones
Of all around as it went forth to seek
A resting place through desert sand and stones
Show once again the Ark to be unique.
And thus the heavenly Man moved in a scene
Foreign to Him; but if He laid aside
Some of His glories His distinctive mien
Showed heavenly grace which flesh could never hide.
While each true Israelite, in heaven's view,
Should also wear a thread of heavenly blue.
Views of Loch Katrine
The poetic interest of Loch Katrine is that it was the scene of Sir Walter Scott's poem "The Lady of the Lake". SS Sir Walter Scott still sails the loch.
Great photos of Loch Katrine.
ReplyDeleteWe had to learn Sir Walter Scott's books at school. He features in one of my Father Ignatius stories:
https://timeforreflections.blogspot.com/2019/12/theodore-panics.html
God bless.
May we all reflect those holy shades of blue.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, David!