Many, if not most of us, have some affinity for poetry. I have written many times about the unique requirement to sift and select words that carry meaning, and the careful process of deciding how to relate the essence of the idea, situation or emotion,
Often we dream our best poetic thoughts because there is no real obvious censor. It is, however, often difficult to call up these verbal images because of the intense traffic in our daily experience
Prayer can often be the vehicle that allows us to enter into that special communion that defines our relationship with God. All contrivances aside, we offer exactly what comes to mind, no ritual, no obscurity. More often it is that Spirit within us that speaks through us. How alike poetry is prayer?
Poet Laureate Edna St. Vincent Millay must have felt that voice within her as she wrote the poem; “God’s World”;
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods. this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known the glory in it all
But never know I this:
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart — Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me– let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Edna is not only passionate about all of God’s creation, but she chooses a point in time; (this year) that has made it such a “passionate” time for her. We do not know what is different about ” this year”.
Our guess could only be that God had reached a pinnacle of her awareness of His grace, and chose the way it was revealed. He chooses those times.
If you can read this without something of that same awareness, I would be surprised. No sermon that I have ever heard has found my heart more than the reading of 115 of these chosen and distilled words.
The Lord must have been very pleased, but not surprised. He is the author.