Thursday, August 3, 2017

to my listening ears



"This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres...

This is my Father's world,
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere."

Malthie Babcock


What was Babcock's 'music of the spheres?' It was an ancient observation that the mathematical harmony and proportions of the universe- the dance of the celestial bodies like the planets, moon and sun- is so orderly and beautiful that it is like a song, each natural law an instrument in a symphony of creation all playing to the glory of God. 











And for my friends for whom the beginning of August has been and will always be difficult because it's a reminder of loss and what's been broken, here is the beauty that comforts:

"This is my Father's world:
Oh let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world,
The battle is not done:
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and Heav'n be one."




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