A Meditation…

Got out of the hospital today and came home to rest. Made the mistake of getting on the Internet and catching up with the news.

I don’t like to wax political on the Internet. It’s pointless, and it adds to the cacophony of voices who feel it’s their need to trade in outrage for clicks. I don’t want to be a part of that.

I will, however, share my heart with you…friends…real humans who want to imagine what the world could be. I’ll use every tool for that.

In lieu of a sermon, this is what came to my mind today. It’s by William Wordsworth, written in 1802…may as well have been written yesterday…

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

“It moves us not” falls like a hammer on my conscience.

Real, personal, IRL relationships — life! — is slipping away from us. I pray we can hang on to it.

And with that, I return to my convalescence.