Christian Carnival CLXXXI
The Christian Carnival is at Mere Orthodoxy this week. Mere O has summarized the entries using proesy, which made me remember one of my favorite stanzas from the rich canon of poetry:
The soul of Man must quicken to creation.
Out of the meaningless practical shapes of all that is living or lifeless
Joined with the artist’s eye, new life, new form, new colour.
Out of the sea of sound the life of music,
Out of the slimy mud of words, out of the sleet and hail of verbal imprecisions,
Approximate thoughts and feelings, words that have taken the place of thoughts and feelings,
There spring the perfect order of speech, and the beauty of incantation.
The work of creation is never without trevail
Light
Light
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
O Light Invisible, we praise Thee!
Too bright for mortal vision.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
-T.S. Eliot, from ”The Choruses from The Rock”
I confess–I am under Eliot’s heavy hand. I know for your poem in particular, his Four Quartets were lurking in the forefront of my mind (the still point at the center of the turning world).