by Frank Muller
Earth’s a hard place to save the soul,
And if it could be brought under
So automatically we all were saved,
Its separateness from Heaven could
It might as well at once be kingdom-
(Perhaps it will be next millennium.)
But these are universals, not confined
To any one time, place, or human
We’re either nothing or a God’s regret.
R.V. Young brings us a wonderful insight into the poet and philosopher Robert Frost. Poetry, like music, is evidence of man’s ability to rise above himself and to carefully examine the nature of ourselves.
As a musician uses tones, tempo and timing to create a mathematical emotion. Poets use words, pauses, rhymes and linguistic textures to create an emotional math.
When we embrace Words, poetry and music – we begin to take hold of the first steps in prayer. Resting our mind and heart and body in these God given gifts we soar upwards to the Creator for the solutions to life’s challenges rather than spiral down to the created to solve those moral dilemmas.
On this day of rest, find the Word, the poetry, and the music that can save your soul.
Peace be with us.