Like a Child at Home

Like a Child at Home


My attempt at a poetic summary. Let’s begin with what Newton said:

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, …
… whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
                              —  Isaac Newton

Good to play while reading this:
A performance by the National Cathedral Choir.
Although the gods may have faded, the beauty has not.
Somehow rituals connect to our need for symbols.

For full lyrics click on the YouTube button. 

The closing verse is:

There would I find a settled rest,

    While others go and come;

       No more a stranger, nor a guest,

          But like a child at home.

Like a Child at Home

     by Gareth Harris

Standing on Newton's shore, with the great ocean of truth all around us,
  I am a child playing with shiny things - seashells and sand,
    now become DNA, quantum mechanics and computers.
        Then I pause, look up and behold the stars.

What do they have to tell us  -  these our companions in space and time?

Did they see the iron pounding in our blood forged in the stars before our Sun?

Did they find lucky little Earth hiding in a quiet corner?

And did they feel the cosmic winds come,

  wandering among the stars like sowers with bags of seeds 

  - sprinkling down upon Earth the beginnings of life?

Look and see - great ocean waves all around us.

Waves of galaxies and stars, flowers and trees - lovers and children

Each of us are waves in that great ocean too

And though our waves are small - 
   and the universe so big -

     we live and love, think and feel - touch and belong.

My wave is trillions of  molecules and cells In a fragile skin bag
 - full of seawater from millions of years ago,

I am, or rather We are, a colony -
  all swimming, rowing together to the beat of my heart within.

They are Me.

In a million times the number of heartbeats since the dawn of time,

  you can't even count the atoms in a single pinch of the matter

    gathered in your wave, dancing their quantum dance, 

      flickering and giving you energy, form and pulse.

So how very dear is every one of us - pearls of great price -

  improbable beyond measure in the realms of space and time.

Cherishing each other as fiercely as stars burn, 

  we will even give our lives - our all - our very being - for love

    And consider it not a sacrifice, but a fulfilling experience …
        our “last full measure of devotion”,
            consecrating, making sacred, our lives through love.

Like my wave, every wave that has ever been, or ever will be,
    those we love and those we will never know, 

Every wave is here in this ocean of stars, flowing before and after us,

    tying us to realms of space and time and even beyond
to realms of the heart and mind - thinking, feeling, belonging
    binding us to the realms of love

At my end - when  my heart gives its last beat
   and all my cells quit rowing to its drumbeat,
     my music stops - its instrument now broken,
          and my song is only remembered by those who loved me ...

My Wave will crash on its final shore ...   

Then I release my life, setting it free, to fly like a bird,

  to return to the stars, from whence I came.

We think and feel, and we belong,
    belong not only to each other,
        but to this universe of atoms and molecules,
            stars and galaxies, flowers and trees, lovers and children.

 We are their childen, as are our children - children of the stars:

        “There would I find a settled rest,

             While others go and come;

                  No more a stranger, nor a guest,

                      But like a child at home. 


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