Poetry
We are still capable of wonder!
Last night six of us, neighbours, went out to “Terra Nossa”, our local Brazilian restaurant (their fried bananas are worth the trip to Sarasota!).
We got home at about 9:00 p.m. and as we got out of the car, someone said “Wow. Look at the Moon”. It was shining on the evening after full moon (a Harvest Moon), but it was still utterly splendid.
When I walked at 6:00 a.m. today the Moon was still radiant in the western sky, whilst in the east was Venus in all her glory. She’s been gorgeous on recent mornings with what has looked like a golden orb.
Wonder indeed.
My mind went back to some poetry which reflects on that wonder - in this case Psalm 8.
Here it is, in the Authorised Version (King James Version in the U.S.A.) - the version in which I learned it by heart many years ago.
1 O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens.
2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;
8 The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!
Last night six of us, neighbours, went out to “Terra Nossa”, our local Brazilian restaurant (their fried bananas are worth the trip to Sarasota!).
We got home at about 9:00 p.m. and as we got out of the car, someone said “Wow. Look at the Moon”. It was shining on the evening after full moon (a Harvest Moon), but it was still utterly splendid.
When I walked at 6:00 a.m. today the Moon was still radiant in the western sky, whilst in the east was Venus in all her glory. She’s been gorgeous on recent mornings with what has looked like a golden orb.
Wonder indeed.
My mind went back to some poetry which reflects on that wonder - in this case Psalm 8.
Here it is, in the Authorised Version (King James Version in the U.S.A.) - the version in which I learned it by heart many years ago.
1 O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth! who hast set thy glory above the heavens.
2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.
3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field;
8 The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!
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