From April’s Writing Prompts, April 5, 2016
“God made Himself an awful rose of dawn” ~The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson
This is the last line of the famous poet’s notoriously difficult piece. Who knows what this means? I have been perplexed by this, as there’s hardly an explication by analysts or from the author himself. So we make an attempt at our own interpretations and conjectures. This is one of the great things about literature and art.
We are all sinners, and none of us are perfect. Forget the vain attempts of name and fame, shallowness and superficiality. Through all of the callous indulgences and destructive power of reckless sin, we should remember humility, lest we be subject to God rising above the mountain at dawn in a heavy cloud of oppression.