Melody and Hue Pass thru my Will Unsaid and Unwritten
“Question the beauty of the earth, question the beauty of the sea, question the beauty of the air, amply spread around everywhere, question the beauty of the sky, question the serried ranks of the stars, question the sun making the day glorious with its bright beams, question the moon tempering the darkness of the following night with its shining rays, question the animals that move in the waters, that amble about on dry land, that fly in the air; their souls hidden, their bodies evident; the visible bodies needing to be controlled, the invisible souls controlling them; question all these things. They all answer you, ‘Here we are, look; we’re beautiful.”
Their beauty is their confession.
St. Augustine, Sermon 241, 411 A.D.
WATER
To which I am, and to which I yearn.
Its many shapes and passion-like qualities.
Thou keeps life.
FIRE
To arise and transform,
into itself, everything it touches,
welling into eternity.
AIR
Far as breath may enter,
Its parts are whole.
Returned as a gift.
EARTH
Of itself brings forth fruit.
Not reward but charity.
Extended to the irrational.
Reflection:
A deeply red sun, with glorious flares of color setting on the horizon. A gentle breeze sifting through the leaves of a tree, showering musical undertones. Sometimes we participate, but mostly all happens in each moment without our control and participation.
Yet, we seldom contemplate the truth it reveals.
Who made and shares these beautiful things by which man’s greatest achievements cannot compare? Did it happen by chance?
Are we so complacent or deceived by the way natural things appear, or does this reveal a deeper truth?
Give an example of “rapture” from your own experience.
