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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

Sehnsucht, a German word for “longing,” was the technical term C. S. Lewis used for “Joy,” the unfulfilled desire evoked by literature, music, or nature that was better than any other having, and which he interpreted as a signpost pointing to the fact that we were made for God.  It comes out of the blue when a glimpse of a higher beauty comes through to you with the shocking realization that we were made for something that this world can hint at but cannot give us.  Has it ever hit you out of the blue?  This is an attempt to record one of the times it hit me.

C. S. Lewis, Theologian of Joy.

SEHNSUCHT

When the fog obscures the outlines of the trees

But breaks to show the sharpness of the stars

And the blood feels sudden chill, although the breeze

Is warm, and all the old internal scars

From stabbing beauty start to ache anew;

When mushrooms gather in a fairy ring

And every twig and grass-blade drips with dew

And then a whippoorwill begins to sing;

When all the world beside is hushed, awaiting

The sun as if it were his first arising

And you discover that, anticipating,

You’ve held your breath and find the fact surprising:

Then all the old internal wounds awake.

The pain is sweet we bear for beauty’s sake.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)!  Order from the publisher or Amazon.

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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

What is the nature of time?  What does it mean to live in it?  It is one of the great mysteries.

LIFE IN TIME

They say the present moment’s all we know,

But when?  Once we’re aware it’s come to be,

It has receded into memory.

Of the present, all we have to show

Is that the past’s a record that can grow.

We cannot hold it; that’s our tragedy,

That all we really have is history,

The sea where all experience must flow.

The future’s out there to anticipate;

The past is there for us to recollect;

The present, like the sun, can but reflect

In Plato’s Cave, where we are chained by fate.

So memory, though not enough, is yet

The only thing we finally can get.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)!

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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

What is really happening when we receive Communion–when we take the Lord’s Supper in faith?  What was happening when the disciples shared it for the first time?

EUCHARIST

Once again the Lord of Heaven

Stoops with towel around His waist,

Breaks the Bread made without leaven,

Watches Judas leave in haste.

 

Once again the Lord of Glory

Lifts the cup to bless the Wine.

We who reenact the Story

Seek the Savior in the Sign.

 

More than just an illustration,

Though it is but Wine and Bread:

This, the Spirit’s proclamation

Of the Holy One who bled.

It is more than just a symbol

Though it is but Bread and Wine,

For the Spirit flows, as nimble

As the sap within the vine.

 

More than just a silent Letter

Lying dormant on the Page,

This is Truth that breaks its fetters,

Vaults the intervening age.

 

Words like Transubstantiation?

Too precisian to define

How the Lord takes up His station

In the Bread and in the Wine.

Although we, like doubting Thomas,

Need to see the Hands and Side,

He is gracious with the Promise:

“Come, behold them where they hide.”

 

It is more than just a token,

More than just a word about;

With this Bread, we must be broken,

Like this Wine, our lives poured out.

 

In that mysterious oblation

Faith is strengthened and restored.

With refocused adoration,

Saints rejoice to meet the Lord.

So again the Lord of Glory

Lifts the Cup to bless the Wine.

We who reenact the Story

See the Savior in the Sign.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)! Order from the publisher or Amazon.

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Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

How did it all get started?  (Bereshith is the Hebrew word for “in the beginning.”)

BERESHITH

Or, the Limits to the Explanatory Power

Of the Big-Bang 

In the beginning,

There was no time in which to locate time,

No winter moving toward a warmer clime,

Yet Something wound the clock and made it chime,

Its dial forever spinning.

 

In the beginning,

There was no super-atom to explode,

No source from which its power could have flowed,

Yet Something put it there, supplied the goad,

Its matter ever thinning.

In the beginning,

There was no space in which to locate space,

No place to move to from another place,

Yet Something started atoms on their race

In stars forever spinning.

 

In the beginning,

What was it brought the universe to birth?

What force could make the heavens and the earth

And, saying they were good, could give them worth

In the beginning?

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)!  Order from the publisher or Amazon.

Happy 4th of July!

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

As we celebrate the birth of our country, let us remember the words that gave it birth and ponder what they possibly could have meant:

WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS

“We hold these truths to be self evident:

All men by their Creator are endowed . . .”

That’s what they said—but what could they have meant?

A wall of separation hard as flint

With crossing traffic strictly disallowed?

To some, that answer seems self evident.

“No law respecting an establishment”

Means no state churches, privileged and proud.

That’s what they said, but what could they have meant?

“Endowed”—by whom?  And then, the government

“Ordained”—by whom?  The answer, said aloud,

Was held by them to be self evident.

Their lives and sacred honors they’d have spent

Before to merely men they would have bowed.

That’s what they said, but what could they have meant?

Created equal”:  could that be a hint?

Too long this sun has hid behind a cloud.

We hold this truth to be self evident:

The Founding Fathers said just what they meant.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)!  Order from the publisher or Amazon.