I have always been inside the hedge Protected, safe and guarded. Yet as I run non-stop and blindly Each step just reaches past the edge. I may by chance discover Rock or soil or even watery depth Unseen to me Below each falling foot. Onward moving, always dashing, Ever within, yet ever On the edge.
copyright Ector Ward, 2003, permission to use only if this URL is attached
A blackened web, A close-knit shroud, Encompasses the Earth Of many words, Ideas of men, Enwoven tight and thick. Though Heaven’s light Does brightly burn Still Earth in shadow lies. A life laid down A seed to die Is planted in the crust To grow on high And burrow through The shroud both tight and thick. As leaves unfold In warmth and light The blackened web melts back.
The view in the painting is that of a sprout breaking through from under the soil to the sunlight. It also depicts the resurrected life, from a life willingly laid down, burrowing through the “blackened web.”
Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us:
and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.
1 John 3:16