Inspired by Chesterton’s ‘Orthodoxy,’ Tozers’ ‘Knowledge of the Holy’ and some great conversations with a friend, Christine, to whom this poem is dedicated, because her adoration for creator and creation alike have helped stir up the same in me.
Oh! That you would fashion your art mindfully of me
Making it predictable, with the possibility
For me to enjoy it, and understand it
Through scientific discovery.
You chose colour so vibrant and so stunning to the eye
So much variety, but with traits to categorise
To dwell in a duel joy of being overwhelmed by beauty and at the same
to feel deeply that the wildness is contented to be tame.
I’m not bewildered by creation
And what an act of grace
That although the rivers run rampart
They stay in one place
(At least, their movements are so much slower than mine, that I don’t lose them in the race.)
There is depth plenty in the familiar
That nature does not bore
The seasons keep an ever changing carpet on the floor.
It seems that the closer one looks there’s magic in each pore
and vein and cell of a leaf
And should I grow tired, Oh! the breadth that’s in store
All the countries and oceans
Far off lands to explore.
Yet somehow so contained,
And not so very out of reach.
There’s enough similarity between one ocean and its beach
And another to know the same
Artist has let his signature
His great and wonderous name.
Even in roaming there is safety.
Because I don’t roam from his hands.
In a freckle on his palm fits my home and unseen lands.