Who among us hasn’t gazed up, into the welkin, and wondered just what lay beyond the varying blues, the cloudy whites and grays, the deepness of the black night flung over with millions of glittering stars? The sheer majesty and limitless expanse of the sky makes one feel so small, a mere speck in the vast ether of this grand, glorious universe and yet, at the same time, it can make one so awesomely aware of their minuscule place in this tremendous space. The word welkin adds a certain mystic and majesty to the sky and it hints at life well beyond our own sphere and knowledge.
“But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth’s end, Where the bow’d welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the Moon.” – John Milton (Comus, A Mask)
She sheds Her wings as She moves toward the dawn – embracing the golden welkin rush to which She belongs… Ella
I know that I never set my gaze toward the sky without it touching something deep within my soul and I think that by adding the word welkin to my vocab will only enhance this or at least it will enhance my descriptions of it, hehe!
Namaste ~ Ella
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