SOMEWHERE BETWEEN MILTON AND SINATRA

One of the most read poems, and one of the most listened to recordings, make bold statements about life.

John Milton (then blind) writes; “Ere half my days in this dark world and wide; and that one talent is death to hide”.

Sinatra sings; ” I did it my way”.

Each is approaching death, one with regrets; one pridefully. One seemingly uncomfortable, the other reconciled with his own mortality.

What kind of statement would you or I make as a preface to our own death?

The Word reminds us constantly of God’s admonition; ” Neglect not thy gifts”. It clearly states that we will surely have one or many. As Milton summarizes; He had his gift. He was blind for many years before the end, so he may have felt that he had fallen short of his potential. Yet he is honored by history by the readership of his wonderful poems that praise God.

Sinatra takes comfort in that he did “it” his way. Apparently he felt comfortable with his mortality and his way of taking full responsibility for the challenges of his life. Clearly there is pride in his voice.

Would we give up because of not doing enough with our talents? What if we lost our gift of sight and we were a painter or poet? We do not have to look for the many souls who have used their infirmities to push them even beyond what they could otherwise achieve. Would we summarize, as Milton did; I should have done more?. Or could have done, had I not been infirmed. Would we take the view that our image should have been one of owning up to the idea that we are first to be true to our own selves, and take comfort in our display of misguided integrity?

May I suggest that both positions fall short of God’s intent.

He, God, relies upon our dependence upon Him. If we believe in His prerogative to judge if what we accomplished was enough. If we believe in His strength and commitment to carry us to our potentials….. and if we are led by that understanding that we are to be His messenger; we are complete and ready to meet judgement. We put that elusive life-purpose in our pocket.

In the same vein, to believe that God is comfortable with our decisions because we are; we miss the point. God want to be part of every judgement we make. That is  how we reach our potential

If I were to write about this in poetry or song, it could go like this;

” I wrote a letter to myself and mailed it to my tomorrows ; to keep a promise to my                               other self; who lived with doubt yesterday

Now finding my confirmation is God’s design, that began as a tiny seed which grows                                        daily in the desire for light;  

         Thriving upon His promises long delivered,  never fully opened;

                       May they ever be so . May they ever be shared “.

                                                    HIS WAY !

About 4hispraise

I am quite simply a child of our Lord God. What good that I have done or may do, I pray will reflect solely on the presence of The Holy Spirit who speaks for me in all things.
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2 Responses to SOMEWHERE BETWEEN MILTON AND SINATRA

  1. Because I could not stop for Death (479)
    Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

    Because I could not stop for Death –
    He kindly stopped for me –
    The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
    And Immortality.

    We slowly drove – He knew no haste
    And I had put away
    My labor and my leisure too,
    For His Civility –

    We passed the School, where Children strove
    At Recess – in the Ring –
    We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
    We passed the Setting Sun –

    Or rather – He passed us –
    The Dews drew quivering and chill –
    For only Gossamer, my Gown –
    My Tippet – only Tulle –

    We paused before a House that seemed
    A Swelling of the Ground –
    The Roof was scarcely visible –
    The Cornice – in the Ground –

    Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
    Feels shorter than the Day
    I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
    Were toward Eternity –

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