February 17, 2020

Pic & Poem of the Week: June 12, 2016

Dove on Nest

Nesting Dove

Pic & Poem of the Week
June 12, 2016

For your pleasure and contemplation, I am posting an original photograph and a corresponding poem each week on Sundays. May these offerings help lead us to a deeper place of rest on the Lord’s Day.

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Lord, give me blessed fear

Lord, give me blessed fear,
And much more blessed love,
That fearing I may love Thee here
And be Thy harmless dove:

Until Thou cast out fear,
Until Thou perfect love,
Until Thou end mine exile here
And fetch Thee home Thy dove.

Christina Rossetti
Gifts and Graces

Comments

  1. “And fetch Thee home Thy dove.”
    There is tenderness in that line similar to Jesus’ tenderness is in describing himself as a hen desiring to gather the children of Jerusalem under her wing. This whole thing is a real love affair, tender and gentle. Real I love you love. I think the technicians of faith often miss that forest from the trees. It’s the first commandment that every facet of our being be engaged in love of God. We consider that to consist of some emotionless behaviors (praying, studying the word, good works,etc.) that demonstrate a sort of vacuous gratitude for our salvation or even a working out of our salvation. For all of his travails, the Lord often misses the reward of genuine affection from his children like exuberant five year olds jumping up and wrapping our arms around his neck. When we were kids my dad would come home from work and we would all run to the door to cling to his legs and or sit on his feet. It takes some practice and some imagination to get out of our ‘adult’ persona, sure, but we can access a genuine prayer of affection within ourselves that is a treasure to the Lord. Just a random note in light of the thought of being fetched home, Richard Rohr has a good post today for those who are considering second half and end game scenarios. Producing is fine but ultimately it’s about being and becoming, just as today’s poem says. Then we’re ready for fetching. Skilled, finally, in the art of dying ‘until we have faces’.

    • Where I said vacuous I meant vapid. Not brainless as much as emotionless, vacant.

  2. Robert F says

    They chopped down the tree —
    but the mourning dove still coos
    in my memory.

  3. Christiane says

    a remembrance of a family I worked for as a tutor to their daughter:
    a Baptist minister’s mailbox was taken over by doves nesting and it was for me a sign of Providence, that the birds chose a safe house to come to, where their visit would be protected and they would find sanctuary among people who ‘understood’ …… the family set up a table below the mailbox with a basket for their mail and the doves peacefully inhabited their nest undisturbed by the busy world outside

    I often think even the animals must find some guidance and protection from the Good Lord, as in their simplicity, they serve also to witness to us of their Maker:
    “7”But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you; And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you. 8″Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you; And let the fish of the sea declare to you. 9″Who among all these does not know That the hand of the LORD has done this,” (Book of Job, chapter 12)

  4. senecagriggs yahoo says

    Mankind both writes beautiful poetry and also murders their brothers and sisters.
    *
    One hardly knows what to say about the 50 dead in Orlando at the hands of an evil man.

  5. Burro [Mule] says

    My old home town of Orlando is reeling.. I am speechless.

    My God of mercy on the victims, the perpetrator, the families and friends of all involved.

    Lord, have mercy.
    Grant them Thy peace, O Lord. Pardon their sins and transgressions, for there are none who live who sin not. Only Thou art sinless, and only Thou art immortal. Grant them peace and rest, in a place of light where the saints ever behold Thy face in joy.