The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.
I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven.
The star shines for everyone in the world, but in reality, it itself is surrounded in darkness.
Gods should be iridescent, like the rainbow in the storm. Man creates a God in his own image, and the gods grow old along with the men that made them... But the god-stuff roars eternally, like the sea, with too vast a sound to be heard.
What I would say is this, that the light is not blinding because God would hide, but because the truth is too glorious for our vision.
Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.
The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant.
The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.
My stars shine darkly over me
God is truth and light his shadow.
Light is the shadow of God.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Every breath of air and ray of light and heat, every beautiful prospect, is, as it were, the skirts of the (angel's) garments, the waving robes of those whose faces see God.
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.
Light flared through every limb, a force far too great to be contained in any human frame; but for that moment she was the Great Mother, giving birth to the world.
