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 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
Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
T.S. Eliot, “Choruses from The Rock.” Read the full poem here.
Every once and a while amidst the theological conversation and reflection, the social media, the technology, the consistent barrage of consumerism that assaults our minds, there comes a time when the soul needs a deep detox. Not a simple get away. But rather a re-understanding, it seems, of the depth of faith that screams at us, ‘we have all we could ever ask for and more, in our loving God.”
Where do you find a renewed faith in God? When you are not paying attention, what do you put your faith into?