It was inky dark when I returned home from dropping my son off at school a few days ago. I decided to take the forested roads home, even though it was more isolated. I could only see what was directly in front of me and above me. The stars were brilliant against such a black sky.
At one point, I stopped the car and rolled down the windows to hear a full chorus of tree frogs and crickets. However dark and isolated the roads were that night, there was that full force of life going on all around.
The poem "O Gentle Presence" by Mary Baker Eddy came to thought. It was so appropriate. I hope you enjoy its quietness, restfulness and assurance:
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav'nly rest.
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At one point, I stopped the car and rolled down the windows to hear a full chorus of tree frogs and crickets. However dark and isolated the roads were that night, there was that full force of life going on all around.
The poem "O Gentle Presence" by Mary Baker Eddy came to thought. It was so appropriate. I hope you enjoy its quietness, restfulness and assurance:
O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight!
Keep Thou my child on upward wing tonight.
Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
His habitation high is here, and nigh,
His arm encircles me, and mine, and all.
O make me glad for every scalding tear,
For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain!
Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain.
Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
"Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray.
No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
And mother finds her home and heav'nly rest.
To share your thoughts on this or to explore this idea further, please feel free to be in contact with me, add your own comments below, email this article to a friend, or add to the healing finds and sites on the web to the right.
1 comment:
What an awesom drive. I too love that song. It was sang at my wedding 55 years ago.
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