Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tiger, tiger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did He smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Excerpt from William Blake's "Tiger"
One Tiger Lily was all I saw, as we drove past. One Tiger Lily in a front yard that was otherwise covered with ivy. The sun was directed at it.
There is a legend that says a hermit once saved the life of a wounded tiger. In the afterlife, the tiger became a Tiger Lily, and he spread his flowers everywhere searching for the hermit, who had died. He followed him even after death. We can follow one who died, but did not remain dead. He died to give us eternal life, and all we have to do is follow...
'My sheep recognize my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them real and eternal life. they are protected from the Destroyer for good. No one can steal them from out of my hand."