(J.A. Hammond)
I think about the cosmic song-
the sound of planets, galaxies
the unheard song of light and speed,
the lonely hum of gravity
What grace is this- that I possess
some vain existence of my own,
that I should touch the dust of earth
supported by some force unknown?
That there is more beyond this life, beyond my home, beyond my skin,
that I could live without the touch of One who hems the ocean in?
Above the planet made of clay,
its counterparts and atmospheres,
a joy too rich for human words
and grief too deep for human tears, with passionate humility
reside in Truth-
that one could see beyond this veiled existence
and the mortal dust of vanity.
posted by Jules @ Thursday, February 03, 2005
4 Comments:
Hey Jules,how's it goin? could you guess who this is?? haha don't freak out,you know me from the L-room..:-)
"Freak out?" Never. Of course I know who you are, Miss Tina. :) Thanks for stopping by! It is a blessing for me to know you, and I love to see how God is working in and through your life, as you reflect His gracious, humble heart. "Come again" (and stay in school! ha ha). Love and Peace,
Julie
Jules,would you print Lampson's poem also..I love your thought..you should publish yours...mum
Sure thing, Bren; I posted a link to Lampman's poem--if you click on the grey-ish letters in the title, it will take you to a copy of his work.
He speaks of nature's soul; it inspired me onto a whole other topic, really, but there are obvious parallels between the two with regard to the language and initial concept of my response- hence the title.
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