Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

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be forgiven.
Perhaps the trouble is in losing that fine healthy boyish belief in goodness & purity – I see myself as a boy wandering out thru the fields and woods worshipping God in nature, filled with the ecstasy of God’s creations, conscious that a great divine Being had created all these marvels for the delectation of man. Then there was a sacredness to a sun topped cloud seen in my June Saturday rambles; to the first soft downy hepaticas that hushed up thru the dry leaves; to the glint of cold light on the windblown hayfields of late June—
Oh God – how to get back there! Can one, having destroyed one image, never create another?