This Great House
I see You there, among the trees
In the wind, in the rain, in the ocean sheen.
I see You there, in the Sacred Glee of the day
And I wonder why You hide Your face when we play.
They say it is because You are brilliant
Because Your face shines so bright.
They say a single look at Our Lord will blind me
I think such a blindness would make me free.
These days we so often look outward, and live in a place where what we see trumps the inward wisdom inside us. We are taught to be skeptics, to question and disbelieve. So often, it seems, that we are blinded to the natural manifestations of Our Lord’s by naming them and making them our own studies, instead of studies of His work. How much we learn about His complexity when we study what He has made – and when we remember how long it takes Him to evolve his works to His Universe: biology, zoology, botany, marine science, physics, anatomy, veterinary science, agriculture, microbiology, paleontology, astronomy ..
Some days I hope You will emerge
From Your retiring home in the hills
I think if only the world could see You
It would solve our ills.
Such a hope … I know it is futile!
Humanity is such a willful and proud race.
Made in Your image, I remember,
And wonder what You think of this place.
He is still here, of course, still working on this Mother Earthship as it spins through space. Evolution continues even as we eat away at our ozone and watch our planet begin a slow bake. Creation did not end on the sixth day – we do not have a God who has abandoned the world He has made.
Themocracy
Ah yes, how true
…we do not have a God who has abandoned the world He has made.
And yes, we are so blinded to the outward, the pedestrian that we pay little regard to the inner which is just as real, more real in fact that the external physical world.
Silly aren’t we?