Gabriel was travelling and he saw a great industrial land before him. Mighty power stations were belching forth plumes of smoke, the sun setting behind the chimneys, enveloping everything in a pink, fiery, glow.

The curious thing was that even the mighty smokestacks were made beautiful – just by this light. Then he wondered whether the beauty arose from this light, or from a state of mind. Was beauty tangible or intangible, relative or absolute? Or was it, perhaps, directed from afar?

His help is near for those who fear him and his glory will dwell in our land.

Psalm 89