In last year’s Blog for May 30th I wrote about the way Memorial Day
has been trivialized:
Celebrating Memorial Day is useless, unless we all endeavor to live
in God’s intent and not to merely choose to get by on the concessions He
had to allow when humans chose to slide downwards as far as they could
go – and where many still stubbornly choose to wallow with their
insatiable, satanic lust for torturing and killing God’s creatures.
(*See footnote below)
I think this poem by Emily Jane Brontë is appropriate for this day
because it expresses the poet’s decision to reach upward toward God’s
original intent for humans.
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me has rest,
As I – undying Life – have power in Thee.
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.
Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou – Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
* Please see:
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