Hannah Overman Koch

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Turn Forth Her Silver Lining

The words of John Milton 
(Comus: A Mask Presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634)

I see ye visibly, and now believe
That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things ill
Are but as slavish officers of vengeance,
Would send a glistering guardian, if need were 
To keep my life and honour unassailed. 
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud 
Turn forth her silver lining on the night? 
I did not err; there does a sable cloud 
Turn forth her silver lining on the night, 
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.

"Every cloud has a silver lining" was derived from the poem above.

Though we sit under ice and a dusting of snow
in North Carolina,
with and without power~

I sought and found the silver lining-
The beauty surrounding me.

The bowing of nature to its
Supreme Maker.

The delicate balance of water's beauty and destruction.

Nature's simplistic calling

Is this our silver lining?

I have learned that with every storm life brings our way
we are also blessed with a silver lining.

We only need to find the gleam cast over our tufted grove.

Searching with heartfelt gratitude for the fleeting beauty
surrounding me on this artist holiday,

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