Tuesday, June 6, 2017
A Guest Poet - T.S. Eliot
This portion of a poem by T.S. Eliot speaks so powerfully to the moment in history in which we are living. Of course since Eliot wrote it one hundred years ago or so we can not claim exclusive right to the sentiments it expresses. But the cycles of history brings us by these periods when our culture seems devoid of meaning, devoid of truth, close to death, far from God. What is the average person to do about it? Turn from the hollow and seek substance. Draw near to God and he will draw near to you.
Choruses from "The Rock" – T.S. Eliot
The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from God and nearer to Dust.