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A few weeks ago, I saw the crescent New Moon and Venus in the sky close together at twilight - it was one kind of perfection; this morning I saw Venus and the Old crescent Moon together just before dawn, near the south eastern horizon and amidst the tangled bare trees - another perfection.
Venus as the Even Star displayed the poignancy of daysend, set against the hope of the waxing Moon; while as the blazing lamp of hope that is the Morning Star, she was balanced by the almost-expired waning Moon.
Venus is the loveliest heavenly object and our vision of angelic purity and perfection; the Moon always flawed, sometimes sickly, most often wondrous; always different, never repeating - a metaphor of this mortal life.
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3 comments:
Beautiful post
Today, dawn was beautiful. Smelled like Spring. Like the "madeleine de Proust" it makes you both consoled and nostalgic.
fernando
Did you éala to éarendel?
@D - Of course...
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