Pilgrim and a Stranger: Pinnacles

12/2/11

Pinnacles

I had opportunity to clamber around at Pinnacles Youth Park this week. I've posted about the place before. No long trails, but plenty of fun. Leaf-off winter views were more open, if gray. Love that blue sky:

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Whom the Truth Makes Free

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,

And all are slaves beside. There’s not a chain
That hellish foes, confederate for his harm,
Can wind around him, but he casts it off
With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
He looks abroad into the varied field
Of nature, and, though poor perhaps, compared
With those whose mansions glitter in his sight,
Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
His are the mountains, and the valleys his.
And all the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy
With a propriety that none can feel,
But who, with filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say—”My Father made them all!”

- William Cowper, The Winter Morning Walk

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Pinnacles

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