[ Bailey’s collection of poems Wind and Weather, has just been released by The Englewood Review of Books as a bargain-priced Kindle ebook. It’s well worth it! ]
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there
To-morrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there.
One of the great losses in the post-industrial age, is the disappearance of wonder. Our pace of life moves so fast that we don’t have time to take in our surroundings deeply, to reflect on them and to wonder, as was the source of many of Bailey’s poem’s including “Miracle.” To wonder takes time. We often speak of child-like wonder, for what is it but time that makes wonder possible for the child but not the adult?
About a year ago, I was profoundly moved by a re-reading of Abraham Joshua Heschel’s classic little book, The Sabbath. What struck me anew in this reading was that the Sabbath was intended as a communal practice, a practice that gave shape — not primarily to individuals — but to Israel, the people of God. Furthermore, the Sabbath was designed to be a day of minimal activity, a day ripe for being present to others and to nature, a day ripe for reveling, reflection and wonder.
What practices do you have of cultivating attentiveness and wonder — as individuals or churches?