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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

22 September 2024

Hopkins' 'Peace' - "That piecemeal peace is poor peace!"

  I was introduced to lots of poetry when I was young, and I memorized a good bit of it too, both by choice and due to curricular requirements. However, it's only been in the last few years that I have begun to appreciate more complex verse. Bits of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets wooed me (Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt... OR The wounded surgeon plies the steel...) and drew me into that set of poems. Now a book of Gerard Manley Hopkins' work has been [kindly] thrust upon me. It's often complex to the point of feeling incomprehensible at first, and yet... there's something there. This one, 'Peace' felt meaningful today, both personally and globally.


Peace

When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,

Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?

When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite

 

To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but

That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows

Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

 

O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu

Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite, 

That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house

He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,

He comes to brood and sit.

21 June 2023

Justice, Storytelling, and a tiny fraction of God's magnificent enterprise

I recently heard Dr. Brenda Salter McNeil speak and was deeply challenged by her message. So, I decided to read her book Becoming Brave: Finding the Courage to Pursue Racial Justice Now. (Check your library or bookstore!) In it, she chronicles parts of her own journey in pursuing not only reconciliation but also justice, and she interacts with the biblical narrative of Esther. It's not a simple book to summarize, so I'm not going to try. 

However, what I have probably appreciated most about it is that she discusses justice across great swaths of humanity, not just one or two selective groups or 'races'. She is concerned with those you might expect and with those you might not. Here are two small excerpts that I want to share from her book, one of which is actually from someone she quotes.

It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long​ ​view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts, it is even beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise that is God's work.
Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying that the Kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No pastoral visit brings wholeness.
No program accomplishes the Church's mission.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted, knowing that they​ ​hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further​ ​development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our​ ​capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of​ ​liberation in realizing that.
This enables us to do something, and to do it very well.
It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way, an opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.

(by Ken Untener)

THE STORY a person tells about other people really​ ​matters. I've learned to be much more careful and conscious of the stories being told to me about others. I pay attention to who is telling the story and their purpose in telling it. I also know that where someone begins the story shapes the overall narrative being told. (Pg105, emphasis added)

After the second quote, she tells the story of Haiti’s independence and how other nations ostracized it out of fear and greed. If you're not familiar with the story, you can get an introduction here: Investigating Haiti's 'Double Debt'.








24 October 2022

A Splendor of Change

Is it strange that this time of great beauty precedes inevitably the frost, the time of apparent death? Not that the tree corps is truly lifeless - say rather that a starker grace and fiercer outlines succeed splendor.

Where went the new growth and the flourishing of spring and summer? What travails are presaged by these swirlings and coolings?

Yet, could the knowledge of coming hardship or apparent fruitlessness be bathed in greater glory? Is there aught to warrant despair in autumnal majesty or sudden flurries?

Does not the return of golden treasure to the earth forecast a coming dawn, investing so that spring may follow frost? Indeed, it does. This is each sunset writ large, stretched from moments to fortnights.

Oh soul, wrapped in glory, resplendent within change, do not fear the doubts and struggles forecast by chilling winds. Each season gifts life, in its right time, as ordered by the Maker.

Though the maple knows not her crimson beauty, nor the aspen his golden crown, their gift is undiminished. When the sap shall barely flow and the passerby no longer pause to glance, hope shall be no less certain, ‘while the earth remains’.

Thus, each season of the earth or soul may be embraced. And, thus, in awe and thanksgiving may each trail be walked, no matter the season.

Krameria St., Denver, CO - the day of the poem

I-70 near Vail, CO
Fish Creek Falls, Steamboat Springs, CO

written October 23, 2022

01 July 2020

final tidbits from Yeaxlee on education & knowing Truth

  While it may not be the common purpose of a blog, I have found that as much as sharing ponderings and readings with others, a primary benefit of this blog is to be a repository for my thoughts and for what has affected my thinking. It allows me to collect my ideas, form them, and - vitally - to review them based on topics or themes that I may return to. In that spirit, I wanted to share some final thoughts from Basil Yeaxlee, especially pertaining to knowledge of truth, education, and a bit more on parenting.


Religion and the Growing Mind - Basil Yeaxlee

Knowledge of Faith & Truth
    "Dr. A. B. Macaulay, in discussing the nature of religious dogma and its relationship to science and philosophy, points out very aptly that if religious faith must be integrated with scientific knowledge, so also must scientific knowledge with religious faith. We must agree if we hold that both are natural functions of reasonable man living in a rational universe." 
(pg 113, citing The Death of Christ, pp. 31ff.)

"What we are emphasizing here is that the very nature of religion, as this is discoverable in the growing mind, is to make demands upon historical reality, and through it upon a Reality beyond space and time, yet personal." (pg 114).  

"...some truth cannot be told except in poetry." (pg 116)

"The Kingdom of God is not simply a gradual transformation of the kingdoms of this world but a mighty creative power which from beyond this world is ever breaking in through men and women who, in their day and degree, are creative and other-regarding as Jesus uniquely was in the days of His flesh." 
(pg 136, citing Rudolf Otto's The Kingdom of God and the Son of Man) 

Education
"...we must save ourselves from the risk of confusing education with instruction..." (pg 179)

About teachers... "In truth it may be doubted whether anybody in whom the parental instinct is not strong will ever make a first-class master or mistress." (pg 201)

"All good teaching is interesting teaching, but it is not thoroughly educative unless it stimulates children to discover fresh interests for themselves." (pg 213)

Parenting
"At the same time it is their [parents'] function to bring children gradually into contact with the larger world, so that the children can accept the good and throw off the evil for themselves." (pg 185)


23 February 2020

Trying to use words, and every attempt...





This bit of poetry by T. S. Eliot has stirred my thoughts often recently. It applies to being a husband, a father, a global nomad, a teacher, and being fully human - engaged in this world and yet sensing the incompleteness.

The entirety of "Four Quartets 2: East Coker" is worth reading and pondering - with the parts involving 'the wounded surgeon' and 'in my beginning is my end' also being poignant.

08 August 2017

Evoked by the Flag


Van Dyke said, "We love our land for what she is and what she is to be."

Inclusion - Exclusion
Sorrow - Numbness
Freedom - at Home
Heritage - Conflict
Brainwash - Power, squash!
Ideals - Prideful
Opportunity - Identity

What has she been, what is she, what ought this land to be?


  These thoughts were drawn from a collection of views that were shared as single words following the display of the American flag. They relate to this post from a year ago on Patriotism vs. Nationalism.

22 December 2016

The Way in a Manger


In a Manger
The Way in a manger;
The Truth among men;
The Life became mortal,
According to plan.
The will of the Father
To crush His own Son
And bring us redemption:
Immanuel has come.

- Miriam K. Champlin

11 August 2016

Patriotism vs. Nationalism: America & the Olympics

 So, as I said before, I'm watching the Olympics.  Plus, I love America (and other peoples).


  I also love reading the stories of great athletes who either have overcome great difficulty to be at the Olympics or who have achieved greatly. A couple stories stood out to me in this cycle, and I'd strongly encourage you to read them, and then I'd encourage you to listen deeply to the meaning of those stories, especially if you are American!

 Listen to the stories of Ibtihaj Muhammad and Yoshihiro Uchida. At first glance, you may here the story of the American dream succeeding - America, Land of Opportunity! But, if you listen a little longer, you will hear a different story: you will hear a story of success through hardship, often unnecessary hardship driven by prejudice or difference. Yes, these are people who succeeded against great odds, but this is also a story of a country that has still not lived up to its own ideals of being a welcoming land of opportunity to all. Fascinatingly, both of these stories are stories of patriots, people who have lived through dark sides of America, people who know that America has not reached her ideal, but who have not abandoned that ideal in their own lives. May we learn to be better humans and better Americans, through their lives.

May she be a  great bridge, not a blip!

96 years old, still mentoring!

Henry Van Dyke summarized my personal view of a proper patriotism in a line from his poem, "America for Me":

We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

This is a view that does not deny the broken places but does not deny the good places either. May we be honest patriots and not blind nationalists! May we pursue both justice and peace, truth and grace!

30 March 2016

Easter Exodus (another Resurrection poem)


Easter Exodus

[Reading Exodus 10:21ff., it occurred to me that the 9th and 10th plagues displayed some intriguing correspondences to Jesus’ death on the Cross—of which the exodus is, of course, a typological foreshadow.]

Three days of dark, and deathly silence.
Sacrificed lambs and blood-sprinkled posts.
Striking of firstborns, the last divine blow:
deliverance secured, a plundered pharaoh.

Three hours of Dark, and Divine silence.
Sacrificed Lamb and blood-sprinkled Post.
Striking of Firstborn, the ultimate blow
Deliverance secured, Hell plundered below.


by Layton Talbert

Scripture references by line: 

Four Days (a Resurrection poem)

Four Days

Easter Thursday

Lord, today,
This darkest day,
Both man and devil, they
Stretch out Your form and Your flesh flay,
On rough-hewn cross Your bleeding body lay.
While hell will relish this display,
This Godforsaken day,
The Son will stay
As sin’s prey.

Easter Friday

Lord, today
Your body lay
On cold, hard stone; your clay
Reclined in darkness.  Meanwhile, they
Who loved You, in despair, all numbly pray
They know not what. What can they say
To God, Who took away
Their hope, and may
Them betray?  

Easter Saturday

Lord, today
Yet still You lay
In earth’s chill heart; while they
Who loved You brood in black dismay
And see no cause, no point, no sense, no way
Forward or back. Oh for one ray
Of faith to cheer, to stay
Doubt one more day!
Just one day!

Easter Sunday

Lord, today
You could not stay
Entombed in stone; away
Death fled when You rose up, and lay
Your graveclothes down, and in the morning gray
Walked forth in triumph! That delay
Was proof that all You say
You do—always,
Lord, always.

Notes: Began as prayer (first four lines of Friday). Assumes a Thursday crucifixion.
Metre: 3.4.6.8.10.8.6.4.3

by Layton Talbert

21 March 2016

IF - Rudyard Kipling's poem, recitated by Sir Michael Caine

This has been my favorite poem for many years, and this is easily the best recitation of it that I've ever heard.  Beautiful!



Read a bit about Kipling's story here to learn more about the depths in which this poem was formed.

02 June 2015

Afraid of what?

  I came across this poem again tonight, and was reminded of it.  Soon the one who introduced me to this poem will 'feel the spirit's glad release' and 'pass from pain to perfect peace.' As he so often reminded us, those who have gone before have said, 'NOT AFRAID!'

Afraid? Of What?
by E. H. Hamilton

Afraid ? Of What?
To feel the spirit's glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid - of that?

Afraid? Of What?
Afraid to see the Savior's face
To hear His welcome and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid - of that?

Afraid? Of What?
A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;
Darkness, light, O Heaven's art!
A wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid - of that?

Afraid? Of What?
To do by death what life could not -
Baptize with blood a stony plot,
Till souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid - of that?

21 May 2015

The Vow

The Vow

For better or worse,
For riches or loss,
Through joy and sorrow,
Through illness or health,
Through safety and danger,
We're bound,
By Christ's love.

Nor can life - beginning, continuing, or ending;
Nor power of this world or another - arising, descending;
Nor strength or depth or length -
Indeed, nothing at all,
Unbinds
Christ's love.

12 April 2015

Hiccups

Hiccups

Hici hici cups.
Hiccups after tea cups.
Hici hici ups.

Diaphragm jump ups.
Lung and chest bounce up.
Hici hici ups.

Giggle after sup.
Everyone cracks up.
Hici hici ups

Backwards gulping cup
Waters flowing down
Hici hici- stops!

by Julide, 2015
(poetry assignment on topic of personal interest)

05 April 2015

The Herald's Voice


The only path
To flee God's wrath
Is 'Repent, in the wilderness;
Direct steps, to righteousness.'

O snaky brood!
Where is your fruit
That would show true sincerity?
Change starts internally.


Mt 3:1-10

22 December 2013

An ancient poem 'to be read on the Feast of the Holy Nativity'

  I recently came across this poem, supposed to be by Khamis bar Kardahe whom we would call a Nestorian. Parts of the poem, which can be found more fully here, clearly reflect differences in theology from what most Western Christians would believe. Much of it also reflects Eastern thought and poetry in ways that we might not use in the West. Still, I think you can appreciate the beauty and truth in his meditation. Here are some parts:

Ten thousand times ten thousand glories uttered by the Church, and never-ending springs of the pouring forth of the Spirit, flow towards the dust, unto Thee, Thou Bay of the Mysterious Orb, the Everlasting, the Son of the essence of Self-existence, Who from virginity took a garment of humanity, and hid therewith the effulgence of His Divinity!

...After the similitude of His hidden likeness had become corrupt, and the image of His mysterious self had been defaced and defiled, and the transcript of His similitude had been utterly ruined, and after the model of His own creation had been swallowed up in the gaping bowels of the insatiable sheal, the good God deigned to renew and to restore it. And when the set time for the fulfillment of this His benevolent purpose towards the creation had arrived, the Lord spread abroad His mercy as the sea, and His pity as the great deep, and He poured forth and enlarged the goodness and the grace of His Divinity, by sending His consubstantial Son,----the Son of Self-existence. In a befitting way His Will descended towards men; He sent His Beloved, the Begotten of Himself, that is, His Express Image, Who in consummate wisdom, took upon Him, from us, a nature and a person. In a wonderful manner he clothed Himself with a corruptible garment, covering therewith His excellent glory; and when the time appointed in His wisdom had come, He mended and repaired it, and sewed together its rents. He was borne in the womb according to the laws and peculiarities of nature, and was brought forth by His mother.

The Begotten, the Highest, the Ancient of days, Who has set us free, drew milk from the breast as do sucklings and infants, was bound in swaddling clothes, and was placed in a manger like a child of the poor and needy, although He is verily and indeed the King of kings, to Whom the highest worship is due. Crowds of simple and untutored shepherds surround the cave where He lay, and bow to Him in adoration. Legions of spiritual, excellent, and adoring Powers,----the living chariots of the wonderful cherubim,----the speaking wheels, with open eyes and replete with wisdom and intelligence, now stationary, now lifted up,----myriads of Seraphim, as quick as light, with outstretched wings, whose it is to sing thrice Holy,----the glorious, admirable, and awful company of exalted thrones,----the company of those who keep watch over the kingdom of the Lord, all the beautiful armies, lordships, dominions, invincible powers, archangels, angels, and messengers, surround Ephratha in nine circles, fly to and fro, ascend and descend as eagles, dance, rejoice, clap their hands and feet like children of freedom, sing and sound their trumpets on the day of the Nativity, and on their lyres praise the Child Born,----sing the most exalted hallelujahs, thrice Holies, psalms, glories, and holy songs, unto God in the highest, increase of security and peace upon the earth, and the descent of good-will and its continuance among men. [...]

Behold Him, Who is clothed with light, wrapped in swaddling bands; what a mystery is here! No less wonderful is it that He Who is seated on the throne of heaven should have been laid in a manger! The Ancient of times became a Son of Mary in the latter time, and appeared as the Father, Lord, and Master, of the sons of Adam, loosing from off their nature the bands of the curse and of sin, and causing a light to shine forth through the shadows of death. The sun of His love chose an orb from the firmament of humanity, and made the rays of His moon to be the rational confidence of man; so that henceforth the grossness of the dark earth cannot hide the one from the other, He having destroyed it by the splendor of His brightness. He brought down the Spiritual, and guided it to the nature of the dust, wherefrom He chose Him out an abode to manifest forth the mystery of perfect and great salvation, and to exhibit true liberty to the children of flesh, who had become the slaves of falsehood and error...

...now that the true Jewel has been brought up by the power of the Almighty arm of God, enclosed in the shell of the chaste Virgin, and elect bosom, which shall, having indeed the companionship of a human body, but without any [conjugal] intercourse, open upon the shore of the cave of Bethlehem, the rivulet of which is small. Towards this Jewel we bow the neck and shoulders, and for it we barter our souls; because it sheds forth light in darkness, and is a Pearl which all the merchants extol. Not all the wealth of the world can purchase it, therefore let us cast away all our silver and gold, and all that we possess, and hasten and gaze on its pure and varied beauty, so that perchance its reflection may be impressed upon our minds, and it may become to us a treasure of life in earthen vessels...

Behold Adam, the begetter of nations, is begotten again, and the Creator of men has become a little child! He [the first Adam] who would have arrogated to himself the sovereignty unreasonably, took it [in Christ] when He was born an infant. Hail to thee, O daughter, whose Son caused fatherhood to exist! Hail to Thee, O Infant, Who filled the womb of Thy mother with grace! Hail, Mary, who honored in thy bosom a united Man filled with purity, the reasonable temple of the Divinity! The Holy Spirit was the Master Who wove in thee the tabernacle of the Humanity, and the words of the Angel messenger were as His threads thereto. Hail to the Begotten, the Unspeakable, the Wonder-working! Hail to the Begotten, the equal with His Father in dominion and sovereignty, Who became the origin of reconciliation and peace! [...]

Great is He Who is Born, Who strikes all creatures with awe!

10 August 2013

Aşkı Bulacaksın - an oldies Turkish love song

  I heard this catchy song in a friend's car a couple weeks ago, so once I figured out how to find it, I wanted to figure out the words.  So, here's my translation of "AÅŸkı Bulacaksın" which I only completed so I could give it to my wife.  Hopefully, I can improve the translation as my understanding of Turkish idioms improves!  A version of the song performed by Tanju Okan is embedded between my English translation and the Turkish words. 

You will find the prettiest love
Some twilight when you meet her
You’ll find true love, with her
As you come face to face and blush.

Instantly your heart will be ablaze;
Your hand, your foot will dance around.
You will find the prettiest of loves
When the sun sets right as you meet her

You’ll find true love  
You’ll be so tongue-tied
  that you can’t say a word
Everywhere will be brilliant
And those eyes of yours will be dazzled

Don’t ask me what sort
  of issue this is
If you’re in such a state, look at yourself
Don’t whine or complain
  about this sort of love
In the world you've no other joy.

Look! I’ll tell you something.
  Don’t lose your senses.
This is the most beautiful thing in life.
Take care not to forget
  to give ear to your friend,
In the world you've no other joy.

You will find the prettiest of loves…

Instantly your heart will be ablaze;
Your hand, your foot will dance around.
You will find the prettiest love
When the sun sets right as you meet her

You’ll find true love…

 (This song apparently has a completely different meaning than when directly translated from the French original by Dalida “Gigi L'amoroso.”)


En güzel aÅŸkı bulacaksın 
Bir akÅŸamüstü onunla karşılınca 
Aşkı bulacaksın onunla
Göz göze gelip yüzün kızarınca 


Bir anda kalbin tutuÅŸacak 
Elin ayağın dolaÅŸacak 
En güzel aÅŸkı bulacaksın 
GüneÅŸ batarken onunla karşılanca 

AÅŸkı bulacaksın 
Birşeyler söylemek için
  dilin tutulunca
Her taraf aydınlık olacak 

Ve o gözlerin kamaşacak

Bu ne biçim iştir
  diye bana sorma 
Her ne halin varsa kendin gör 
Bu ne biçim aşktır
sızlanıp yakınma 
Dünyada senden mutlusu yok

Bak haberin olsun
aklını kaçırma 
En güzel ÅŸey bu hayatında 
Ve sakın unutma
kulak ver dostuna 
Dünyada senden mutlusu yok.

En güzel aÅŸkı bulacaksın... 
Bir anda kalbin tutuÅŸacak 
Elin ayağın dolaÅŸacak 
En güzel aÅŸkı bulacaksın 
GüneÅŸ batarken onunla karşılanca 

Aşkı bulacaksın...

*Söz (lyrics): Mehmet Teoman