van gogh painting

van gogh painting
remote mountains, and felt the torrent come: to rise I had no will, to
flee I had no strength. I lay faint, longing to be dead. One idea only
still throbbed life-like within me- a remembrance of God: it begot
an unuttered prayer: these words went wandering up and down in my
rayless mind, as something that should be whispered, but no energy was
found to express them-
'Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help.'
It was near: and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it-
as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my
lips- it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. The
van gogh painting
whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched,
my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen
mass. That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, 'the waters came
into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing: I came into
deep waters; the floods overflowed me.' van gogh painting