Algy flew into the woodland, to a spot where the trees enclosed a beautiful lochan which formed a perfect mirror. Concealing himself in a straggly heather bush near a bed of water lilies, Algy gazed out at the water and the reflections of the trees, thinking of all his human friends in these deeply troubled times, and especially of his friends in France and Germany. In the peace and calm of the West Highland woodlands, he whispered these verses by the poet John Keats, for all his friends whose souls are wrapped in gloom just now:
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my “mind’s eye” flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night, Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray, Should sad Despondency my musings fright, And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof, And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud; Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar: So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed, Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.
[Algy is quoting the first two verses and the last verse from the poem To Hope by the early 19th century English poet John Keats.]
The God who made vibrant pink flowers that smell like the hope and extravagant love of spring, also made humanity. Humanity carries hope and love in a greater way than any other part of creation. And we don’t even realize this potential is right there within us. It’s when we are filled with hope and love that we find our truest selves.
I know that the message underneath the basic description was from an attack almost a year ago but the theme of the message still speaks volumes in light of more recent tragedy in the US and in France now as well. Hopefully the light is coming soon.
Не возносись делами своими, каковы бы они не были… Если станут хвалить
тебя за дела твои, не радуйся тому и не услаждайся тем: утаивай их
сколько можешь; не позволяй себе кому-либо говорить об них, и всячески
постарайся достигнуть того, чтобы люди не хвалили тебя. (Преподобный Антоний Великий)