Tuesday, May 08, 2007

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.

Robert Frost

I like Robert Frost.

I feel a kind of sigh of contentment when I hear his name or hear one of his poems recited.

In this particular poem, I really like the words "and make us happy" as he refers to the darting bird. Yes. Do you have that contented feeling when you see or hear something beautiful in nature, whether it is hummingbird to which Frost evidently refers or the excited wag of your dog's tail?

I told someone the other day that I think there is something wrong with, well, maybe something missing in, a person whose heart does not sing with contentment at small things in nature. There's something about appreciation of grand design that fills in those empty and awkward places in our lives. At least I think so.

Yes, make us happy.


Carol in Oregon said...


Circle of Quiet said...

Look at that gorgeous banner, Janie. LOVE IT.

You know I agree with you, don't you? I am the choir you are preaching to (-:


Seasonal Soundings said...

Thanks, Diane!