The Calm of Heaven.
The title of this blog comes from a Robert Frost poem, On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations (below). The poem ends with an encouraging volte that reminds us that we can always look up and see the heavens in the same order as they have always existed.
This blog is about my personal discovery of unseen constellations—a network of truths which bring an equal measure of comfort and direction in this otherwise tumultuous world. Like looking up at the stars on a cool summer evening, I have found that these discoveries often come during quiet moments spent reflecting on ordinary, everyday experiences, like bedtime with the children, an after-church conversation with my wife, or even a crowded commute on the train to work. Like the stars above our heads, seldom do we take the time to pause and consider these small but important moments.
For me, these reflections tend to be more poignant if I attempt to distill my thoughts through writing. Wordsworth had a name for this process of recollection—poetry. Mormons call it revelation. Whatever you may choose to call it, I do not believe one may cut corners in their attempts to arrive at these precious conclusions. This blog is intended to be my own personal repository of these unseen constellations, and by sharing my thoughts, I hope to deepen existing relationships and develop new ones.
On Looking Up By Chance At The Constellations
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last tonight.