I went to funeral this morning at my church. We sang “All Things Bright and Beautiful”. And then I came back and came across this poem by Christian Wiman, brought to my attention by David over at Fire and the Rose (that’s two I owe him for poetry recommendations). See the full post here. For me, this poem is a useful antidote to the sentimentality that often accompanies Christian reflection on the natural world (I mean, ‘purple headed mountains’?).
Every Riven Thing
God goes, belonging to every riven thing He’s made
Sing his being simply by being
The thing it is:
Stone and tree and sky,
Man who sees and sings and wonders why
God goes. Belonging, to every riven thing He’s made,
Means a storm of peace.
Think of the atoms inside the stone.
Think of the man who sits alone
Trying to will himself into the stillness where
God goes belonging. To every riven thing He’s made
There is given one shade
Shaped exactly to the thing itself:
Under the tree a darker tree;
Under the man the only man to see
God goes belonging to every riven thing. He’s made
The things that bring Him near,
Made the mind that makes Him go.
A part of what man knows,
Apart from what man knows,
God goes belonging to every riven thing He’s made.