Hello you! It’s been awhile. How are you doing? I have missed talking to you. With the school holidays still on, it’s been a beautiful time of bonding with hubby and the kids and I have made a deliberate (albeit not too successful) effort to spend less time with my head stuck in a device.
This time of quiet has got me contemplating on how busy life is, one moment you are preparing for the Christmas holidays and then you look up, and it’s almost the end of August. Yes, you have achieved a lot, but did you achieve what mattered most? These thoughts have been playing on my mind; how to be the very best me, do my very best work, while being true to the essence of me, ensuring that I give the world the gifts deposited in me, so that I truly fulfil purpose. In my last few moments on earth, when it all flashes before me (as I lie in bed at 100+ staring at the white light, of course), the thoughts I want to have are thoughts like “I have run my race brilliantly and beautifully”, “I created lasting memories and enhanced the life of others”, “my work mattered, it brought change, it brought growth to people, it pleased God”, “even people who don’t know me will thank God I lived” and most importantly a have a calm assurance that having lived right, I will hear “well done, My good and faithful servant” from my God and King.
With all these thoughts in my consciousness, it’s not surprising that I came across this lovely poem by T.S Elliot called ‘Choruses on the Rock’, it speaks to my heart and so I decided to share it. From my heart to yours, I bid you, come enjoy!
Choruses on the Rock by T.S Elliot
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.
The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,
Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant.
I have trodden the winepress alone, and I know
That it is hard to be really useful, resigning
The things that men count for happiness, seeking
The good deeds that lead to obscurity, accepting
With equal face those that bring ignominy,
The applause of all or the love of none.
All men are ready to invest their money
But most expect dividends.
I say to you: Make perfect your will.
I say: take no thought of the harvest,
But only of proper sowing.
The world turns and the world changes,
But one thing does not change.
In all of my years, one thing does not change,
However you disguise it, this thing does not change:
The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.
— T. S. Eliot
*Photo above is a view from one of the rooms at the Amangiri Resort in Utah! Oh, how much living I promise to do when there! LOL!