“The fairest things are those that silent come;
You may not hear the first approach of morn, And though you listen as the golden sum of hours fades into dusk, no sound is
born. When the stars dance on high no bugles blow; The footsteps of the flowers fall silently, As softly come the blossoms
of the snow; And clouds float by in pale tranquility. No voices herald moonlight on a lake, The silvery dew is still; these
gifts are given as quietly as Christ, who for our sake was sent to us, the greatest gift of heaven. Tenderly now, as in the
yesterday, He leads earth-weary children in His quiet way.”
These days my woods are coming
alive with color -- spring green, to be sure, but tinged with showers of pink: dogwood and redbud blossoms ballet in a slow-motion libretto of a mid eighteenth century minuet. Blossoms emerged slower this year because those who keep records inform us that this April was colder
than it has been in more than a century. Nevertheless, heaven’s clock ticks
on time, the planets tilt in orbit and revolve around the sun precisely on command of the Universal Timekeeper, making accurate
both Big Ben and the Seiko watch. Spring abides its time. “Wait patiently for Him,” we are admonished in the Good Book.
Brother’s gift of
a trillium that first year I moved to L’Abri is triumphantly up out of the grave, three-petaled, triumvirate, announcing
the Trinity and the Resurrection! I rejoice and sing with Handel: “Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. . . the kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord,
and of His Christ: and He shall reign for ever and ever. . . . KING OF KINGS,
LORD OF LORDS.!” Custom
and tradition prompt me to stand at the keyboard even now as I type these last words!!
For an exercise in inspiration, go read a brief biography of Handel’s life.
Coming home late one night
back in mid-April, a gigantic gloriously golden full moon rose on the eastern horizon.
I thought of the many places around the globe where I had beheld that same moon, speaking to me of the Creator, a silent
Voice made manifest. “The heaven’s declare the glory of God; And
the firmament shows His handiwork” wrote David the Psalmist. Comments my
New Geneva Study Bible: “God’s world is not a veil hiding the Creator’s
power and majesty (Psalms 19:1). The
natural order proves there is a mighty and majestic Creator. …In the end no denial of having received this knowledge
will be admitted.” Evolutionists, take note!
If we take
the time to listen, thoughts, wisdom, music, memories come from our past where they have been buried in memory, in the unconscious,
call it what you will. Thoughts, wisdom which put a lot of things in perspective, ideas surface which stimulate creativity,
visions happen which grant hope and future, old affirmations return in strength, granting confidence and courage and hope.
I think we need more of the wordless in our lives. We need more stillness, more of a sense of wonder, a feeling for the mystery
of it all. We need more silence, more deep listening.
W. Bowen, in a sermon “The Gift of Listening.
never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege
Through all the years
of this life, to lead,
From joy to joy; for she can so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
thoughts, that neither evil tongues,---
Nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. William Wordsworth