The Honor of Kings – 24″x36″ oil on canvas
The Honor of Kings
Have you seen meaning in the murmuring of the birds? Have you heard the whisper of truth in the flutter of their wings?
The search for wisdom in a fleeting world is like grasping at meaning in the chaos of birds in flight. Wisdom is vanity without control, and there is no controlling the wind. And yet, there is order in the midst of chaos, order in the flight of the birds synchronized with harmonies carried on the wind. There is order and meaning, but control is only divine.
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