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The Beauty and Brilliance of Nature

pogonias

Torrential rainfall, stifling heat, spectacular lightning, and a lone rose blooming in the backyard all served to remind me this week of the beauty and brilliance of nature.

One of Robert Frost’s 1915 poems, entitled Rose Pogonias, comes to mind as I reflect upon the variety of spectacular sights, sounds, and smells the Lord has created for us:

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, —
A temple of the heat.

There we bowed us in the burning,
As the sun's right worship is,
To pick where none could miss them
A thousand orchises;
For though the grass was scattered,
yet every second spear
Seemed tipped with wings of color,
That tinged the atmosphere.

We raised a simple prayer
Before we left the spot,
That in the general mowing
That place might be forgot;
Or if not all so favored,
Obtain such grace of hours,
that none should mow the grass there
While so confused with flowers.

 

Alisa Williams is Spirituality Editor for SpectrumMagazine.org.

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