Sunday, April 18, 2010

Ashes to Ashes

The Plume
(by R.P.Edwards)

A little ash
To slow your pace
To cool your jets
To know your place
A little dust
To cloud your air
To ground your dreams
To curb your care
A little trouble
A pressured pause
To glean the gifts
To claim the cause
Perchance to learn
By way of wait
The truth…of small
A glimpse…of Great

You can’t go over.  You can’t go through.  You might be able to go around, but it will take a long, long time.  And so, though you be prince or pauper, lawyer or lout, gorgeous or gnarled; you wait.  No, I’m not talking of the Icelandic burp from a volcano that has paralyzed a third of the world’s air travel; but I speak of a rather vital automobile artery not far from this station; one of those roads that has the importance of a “number,” but not quite enough significance to merit bridges and overpasses.  Thus, when the time is right (wrong, actually) a train will cause all our “causes” to be put on hold.  And, since these shiny slivers of steel belong to a spur, and not a travelin’ line, the wait can be long, indeed.

Now, as for the vexing volcano; I find it amusing that we, the masters of all, are so easily humbled, debased, laid low.  Yes, a non-tourist hot spot with a difficult name (Eyjafjallajoekull) clears its throat, and the multiplied millions are paralyzed, powerless…and pouty.  But, instead of bemoaning our extended stopover, perhaps we should pause and consider…our end.  We are, after all, dust.  And, though we blow about in our hurried pursuits for a few decades, more or less; our physical end…is eventually, ash.  So, since we have been given a gift of a few non-hurried minutes; perhaps we should consider eternal things.  Perhaps we should,  while we have a few non-scheduled moments, reach beyond ourselves to the someone…who beckons.  To the someone whose touch, can make the mountains…melt.

   The mountains melt like wax before the LORD, before the Lord of all the earth. The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all the peoples see his glory.  
Psalm 97:5,6

That’s what I think.  How about you?  Click comments below…and say.

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