Containing the Stars

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Linking with Susan's prompt at Mid-week Motif~ Science over at Poet's United

 

 

 

"Science has made us gods even before we are worthy of being men."

 ~Jean Rostand

 

 

 

 

It has been whispered in my ear yet forever is such a mighty word we use with such frequent casualty flinging it around like a kite on display

with the recklessness of dreamers and earnestness of poets

 

as if we could truly contain the stars in a tin can

 

we chase forever's essence as if it could be caught

 

it has been written before me yet religion is such a fragile word

 

we say with such power

 

shuffling it around on desk tops like legal documents

 

with the harshness of scientists and disregard of fools

 

as if we could truly contain the stars in a tin can

 

we try to see the face of God

 

ignorant to the revelation that we have already seen the sparkle in His eyes.

 

 

 

This is an old poem that I wrote a long time ago, but I felt it fit the prompt so well that  I thought I would re-post it and share it again.  The subject of God and science has always been so controversial.  So many do not agree, and even more just only have faith in what they can see with their own two eyes, and touch with their own hands.  This life is a beautiful mystery indeed, and we are all seekers of the truth, but we learn more when we open up our hearts than when we open up any text book in our reach.

 

 

 

The Gravel and The Paved

Poets United Think Tank #82 "The Road"

"It is not down in any map; true places never are." ~Herman Melville

Each man walks his own road....no one's path is ever quite the same.

All the directions have no map...some ways are gravel, and some are paved.

We learn the way as we go...stumbling over bumps and trouble's rocks.

Its a journey that forms callus feet and hearts....that can either save us or get us lost.

Hope's destination can seem remote and utterly beyond our reach.

Yet, if we read God's road signs.. .....we learn that each course was meant to teach.

Under His Umbrella

When I was an adolescent I walked to the end of the street to catch the bus every day.  When it was raining, my Dad would urge me to take an umbrella.   Sometimes he would just hand me one and send me on my way.  Well, he might has well have given me rain boots and a yellow rain coat as far as I was concerned.  There was no way I was going to really use it.  So when I would get to the corner I would run up to the last house and place it on the front porch to leave while I went to school.   Then I would pick it up on my way home in the afternoon.  He never realized I did not follow his advice, and I never told him. 

Many years have gone by since I walked to catch the bus at the corner of our street, but I still find myself doing the same thing in a different kind of way.  God provides everything I need in life to prosper, and grow in Him, like an umbrella of hope and protection, and yet I find myself at times still disregarding His direction. I am still leaving the umbrella at the corner house.  I choose to weather the rain on my own, holding my foolish pride in hand.

Now that I am getting older, and have weathered  many a storm in life, I have learned the hard way enough times with scars to prove the lesson, that life's journey to the corner is much more pleasant and rewarding when taken under His umbrella of protection and guidance.  I may stray from time to time, but I never lay His umbrella down for long when I know the rain is heading in.

Magpie #60

Also sharing with lovely Emily at Imperfect Prose



The Great Golden Bowl

"The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread."

~Mother Teresa

There is so much hunger in this world, but I am not speaking of the hunger for bread and gravy, I am of the need for spiritual growth, and the fulfillment, and nurturing of the human heart.  In the past, there have been many times that I have felt much like the grand canyon.  I felt a great emptiness hidden deep within. On the outside I had all the things necessary to survive. I had food,a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in, and a job to keep it that way, but there were things missing...holes to be repaired, and canyons to be filled.  I tried to fill that place with chocolate.  I burried it with things.  I ignored it with needless distractions.  Going about my way burdened with worries I could not fix, and the loss of something greater and meaningful in my life and heart that I had not yet grasped.  For God is the only one that can fill that deep void, and He is the only one that can bear the burden of our worries, and fix the hurts.  Having found God in my early adulthood, I learned early the freedom of letting go, and letting God.  I no longer had a void to attempt to fill nor a grief that I could not lay down.  There is such a wonderful peace and freedom in having a relationship with God.  It is like our heart is a great golden bowl, that waits to be filled by Him.  There are so many people in this world that are still trying to fill that bowl with something else....food,possessions,distractions,whatever they can get their hands on...but it will not satisfy no matter how plentiful the serving it may be.  This Thanksgiving, I pray that those that are hungry in every way will be given plenty.  That their great golden bowl will be filled with the eternal blessings of God, not just food, drink, and things.  I realize more and more as I get older, how much I have to be thankful for.  There are so many people that have so many needs unmet.  I want to take this time to acknoledge the plenty that matters in our lives...Peace, Hope,Love, and God.  May your heart be fulfilled with these blessings this Holiday season. 

Linking with Emily and Imperfect Prose