This song by Aaron Shust is a good way to close the day…enjoy!
The sun is extremely hot today, filling the air with healing vitamin D and purging the body of all the water I have been retaining…so when I stole away a moment, I allowed my mind to find a cooler spot and absorb some words of William Butler Yeats. The poem/verse that arrested my scanning mind, wondering what to ponder over, was titled To The Secret Rose. Let me encourage you to find a quite space and read his words with your heart…
To The Secret Rose
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emir for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred morns had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
Eternal God, you are a
song amid silence,
A voice out of quietness,
A light out of darkness,
A presence in the
A coming out of the void.
You are all of these
things and more.
You are mystery that
Meaning that penetrates
You are God,
I am man.
I strut and brag.
I put down my fellows
And bluster out assertions
of my achievements.
And then something
I wonder who I am,
And if I matter.
I am alone in the dark and
I feel so powerless.
A child is born,
I am touched by the
miracle of new life.
At such moments I pause…
To listen for a song amid
A voice out of stillness,
To look for a light out of
I want to feel a Presence
in the emptiness.
I find myself reaching for
Oftentimes, the feeling
And I am on the run again:
Success to achieve,
Money to make.
O Lord, you have to catch
me on the run
Most of the time.
I am too busy to stop,
Too important to pause for
I hold up too big a
section of the sky
to sit down and meditate.
But even on the run,
An occasional flicker of
doubt assails me,
And I suspect I may not be
To the world
As I think I am.
Jesus said each of us is
important to you.
It is as if every hair of
our heads were numbered.
How can that be?
But in the hope that it is
I would stop running,
And be myself.
Let me be still now.
Let me be calm.
Let me rest upon the faith
that you are God,
And I need not be afraid.
Kenneth Phifer’s book “A Book of Uncommon Prayer”)
There truly is not much
for me to say about this prayer.
The deep, heartfelt words paint a very real tapestry that many will
instantly connect with.
When I first meditated on
this prayer, I was at a monastery with some other pastors, and one line
captured my attention more than any other:
“I hold up too big a section of the sky to
sit down and meditate.”
Even now, those words roll
over me and leave me feeling somewhat uneasy. I’m uneasy because that is very
often how I feel. My biblical theology tells me that it is God who holds up the
sky, but if that is so, why does so much of it seem to depend on me?
My practical theology tells me that it is
impossible for me to hold up a big section of the sky, and that if I think I
am, I need to let it go, but if that is true, why does it seem so many people
and things really do
depend on me?
We are forever in the
catch-22 of monergism and synergism, how much is mine and how much is God’s.
When we think that too much depends on us, we posses weary souls, tired feet,
and frazzled emotions. When we think that too much depends on us, we create God
in our own image. When we create God in our own image, there is no one left who
is stronger than ourselves to lift us from the tangled web of living. When we
think too much depends on us, our self-importance creates an ego that fills the
universe, so of course there is no time to relate with a God who is smaller
than we are.
Yet, in our over inflated
bigness, Jesus still loves us, still calls us, still waits…
As he graciously reminds
me of His power, passion, and presence, I relax, realizing He not only holds up
all of the sky, but He made it too. Then I breathe the final words of the
“I would stop running, stop shouting, and be
myself. Let me be still now. Let me be calm. Let me rest upon the faith that
you are God, and I need not be afraid.”
God has your corner of the