Shortly after completing this picture, I was in church chairing the Sunday Divine Service. There was a part in the service were I was informed by the Spirit to forget the service; "the medium was doing fine", and could I possibly "pick up a hymn book and browse the last two verses of hymn number 156?" One must remember that at the time of this painting's creation, I was going through a particularly tiresome phase in my life. Thisi is what it said;

"O, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy dove of love
Come wafting brightly through the gloom,
Our peace-branch from above?"

"Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day."
 

I now understand this picture perfectly...  Click for segment

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