It was fifty years ago
In the pleasant month of May,
In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,
A child in its cradle lay.
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying: "Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee.
"Come, wander with me," she said,
"Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."
And he wandered away and away
With Nature, the dear old nurse,
Who sang to him night and day
The rhymes of the universe.
And whenever the way seemed long,
Or his heart began to fail,
She would sing a more wonderful song,
Or tell a more marvelous tale.
So she keeps him still a child,
And will not let him go,
Though at times his heart beats wild
For the beautiful Pays de Vaud.
In the pleasant month of May,
In the beautiful Pays de Vaud,
A child in its cradle lay.
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying: "Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee.
"Come, wander with me," she said,
"Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."
And he wandered away and away
With Nature, the dear old nurse,
Who sang to him night and day
The rhymes of the universe.
And whenever the way seemed long,
Or his heart began to fail,
She would sing a more wonderful song,
Or tell a more marvelous tale.
So she keeps him still a child,
And will not let him go,
Though at times his heart beats wild
For the beautiful Pays de Vaud.
I've been really struck by how much time I waste on the internet lately, surrounding myself with the surreal. The thing I keep coming back to is that if I'm not careful I get lost in a dream world with where nothing is authentic, nothing is true. This poem is the last piece of the puzzle. Of course I should immerse myself in nature, love the outdoors and make a point of interacting with my Father's world as much as possible. The Bible says:
Psalm 19
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard. [a]
4 Their voice [b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.
(Ps 19 goes on to praise God's revealed will as written in his law too. You can read the rest of it here)
I've been trying to focus on Ps. 101:3 "I will set no worthless thing before my eyes". and Phillipians 4:8 "Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."
I gotta admit, it's been hard but as I turn off the t.v. and close the computer I've found myself loving the reality around me, embracing it and finding that there is no substitute for real living.
(p.s. but don't be surprised to find me on here, on facebook and elsewhere online. I'm attempting to be cautious about how must time I
1 comment:
i agree! cade and i have also been talking about how much time spent on the computer, etc. it's a difficult line to walk and i am definitely going to make some changes.
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