Sanpitch Posted September 20, 2015 Posted September 20, 2015 (edited) The ongoing thread about "So What is the Real Plan of God....." reminds me of a poem I've saved for 50 years. "Oh, God, put away justice and truth for we cannot understand them and do not want them. Eternity would bore us dreadfull. Leave They heavens and come down to our earth... Look after Billy, amuse grandfather, escort Madam to the opera, help Willy with his homework, introduce Muriel to a handsome naval officer. Be interesting and weak like us, and we will love you as we love ourselves." To me the poem is saying to God, be someone we know, not some mysterious something we can't see or hear. The world has starving young kids, people with all kinds of serious sickness that go untreated. Why worry about some distance future that apparently no one knows much about. For myself I prefer the here and now though I can't do much for terrible conditions on the other side of the Earth. Ed: I don't know how to spell, in the title is supposed to be "Salvation." Edited September 20, 2015 by Sanpitch
Robert F. Smith Posted September 20, 2015 Posted September 20, 2015 ......................................................................."Oh, God, put away justice and truth for we cannot understand them and do not want them.Eternity would bore us dreadfull. Leave They heavens and come down to our earth...Look after Billy, amuse grandfather, escort Madam to the opera,help Willy with his homework, introduce Muriel to a handsome naval officer. Be interesting and weak like us, and we will love you as we love ourselves."...................................................................Beautiful poem and nice sentiments. However, the last time that was actually tried they flogged and crucified Him. 3
Robert F. Smith Posted September 20, 2015 Posted September 20, 2015 The Second ComingBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTurning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleepWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? 1
Kenngo1969 Posted September 20, 2015 Posted September 20, 2015 (edited) I can't speak for you, obviously, Sanpitch. There are a lot of ways in which the Mind of God baffles me. There are more than a few elements of life that seem more than just a trifle unfair, both for myself and for others. It's easy to have "faith" when things go as we wish, but if that were always the case, there wouldn't be any need for faith. And as much as many aspects of life baffle me, often, my indignation at the seemingly-unfair plight of others is misplaced, as they do not view their circumstances the same way I might: Their plight is between God and them, and my plight is between God and me. I'm wary of concluding that, surely, I would do things differently, if only I were God. Though the baffling elements remain (and, indeed, may baffle, befuddle, and vex me to a greater or lesser extent until I die), on the other hand, there have been times when God has spoken peace to my soul. Though, in my weakness, I often wonder whether such brief, seemingly-fleeting moments are enough to justify my continued efforts (however feeble) to trust Him, I cannot deny what I have felt in those moments. Yes, in its Polaroid, narrow-view, limited-perspective moments, often, mortality seems (and, in fact, often is) unfair. But whatever else we were or were not guaranteed in this life, no one was guaranteed that it would be fair. But, however unfair it is, this mortal life is only the Second Act. A good deal of perspective, though now shrouded in a veil, was gained in a pre-mortal First Act, and a good deal of additional perspective is likely to be gained in a post-mortal Third Act, when we finally see the panoramic, wide-angle, greater-perspective view of what was really going on in those single moments. I don't see much point to life if I refuse to hold out hope that, one day, I will understand its current most confusing aspects. My $0.02. I recognize it's quite likely that your mileage varies. Vive le difference! Edited September 20, 2015 by Kenngo1969
The Nehor Posted September 20, 2015 Posted September 20, 2015 The Second ComingBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSTurning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleepWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? One of my favorites. 1
strappinglad Posted September 21, 2015 Posted September 21, 2015 There is something oddly Freudian about the title error. Can't put my finger on it , but it seemed correct somehow.
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