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It is not merely to write of vast planets following ordered circuits in calm dark space for which I look upon a shimmering crystal sphere in the lowest depths nor for solid rock and earth do I seek in effervescent waters ever changing For I know the fire and glory of the planets; surely they delve not into human affairs but they remain far higher than we and see regions of space and time beyond my understanding And so I perceive them high and great yet men perceive them vast, lifeless and mute As they fly, countless colours in even yet ordered arrangement great beauty is marvelous but mechanical But human lives follow no such circuits we gaze clumsily at the stars unable to grasp our lives, ephemeral, more unpredictable than a mist yet more precious than the finest jewel I think I’ve fallen in love call it a crystallization of divine harmony like chords being struck that I cannot interpret I cannot fathom this harmony for I am a meager composer I do not revolve around the sun, I cannot see nor predict my path I clumsily stumble in the footprints of a Son unknowing and filled with hope and dread I perceive strains of muck in the divine harmony I am notes, here and there, sometimes a crescendo decrescendo, maybe a legato but I forgot the score and created undue discord with my feeble attempts at harmony how could I forget and fail the music of the spheres? So to Thee I pray dearest and greatest composer restore my harmony to its rightful place! A sight of joy a vision of peace that infinitely transcends my attempts is a planet given animation how I envy yet dread their simpler courses! make me not a deaf blind beast though I am so small to compare this music, this order was composed for me! To give a song its own understanding draw me back with golden strings for my joy compose me anew. |