Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Angel of Patience?

I believe its time for a little explanation. When I first gave out my blog address, I recieved comments from people who wanted to know if I was the "angel of patience." No. Afraid not. This sublime celestial is my mascot. And I'd like to tell you why. Please read on:
To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
God's meekest angel gently comes:
No power has he to banish pain,
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love our dear and
Heavenly Father sends him here.
There's quiet in that angel's glance,
There's rest in his still countenance!
He mocks no grief with idle cheer,
Nor wounds with words the mourner's ear;
But ills and woes he may not cure
He kindly trains us to endure.
Angel of Patience! Sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling palm;
To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will!
Oh thou that mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day;
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, "Be resigned:
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well!"

-John Greenleaf Whittier


This poem speaks to me like no other that I have ever read. Its eloquence is not lacking in any respect. And I--I struggle to be patient, to temper my longings, fears, frustrations with pure, simple peace. I truly want to "be resigned" and "make (my) own our Father's will". What could be more beautiful than to live in such tranquility and patience!

12 comments:

Nathan R said...

(excited)I'm the first to comment! Actually, I can completely see why that poem is so significant to you. I'll have to read it again, though, to get a better understanding.

Rebekah said...

Every time I read it, I love it more. Temperence--that is what I need! Of the heart, emotions, attitudes. Sweet and calm and gentle.

Joshua said...

Thanks for the explanation of your blog name, I had at first thought it was a wee bit presumptuous to consider yourself an angel ;)

When my parents were moving across Canada they stayed in one home with a friend of my dad. My mom said that there was such a sense of peace in the home no matter what happened it was just overriding and overpowering. That has always been her goal for our home since then.

Nicolas Lee said...

Reading this post was like listening to a CD and coming to the title track, which the whole record is based around.
That's a wonderful poem.

gr@ce said...

Now me gots it! Beautiful Poem BTW.

Rebekah said...

Thanks Joshua, I'm glad you've aquitted me of the charge of super-human loftiness. =) To be honest, I see that peace you talked about in your home. Every time I talk to any one of your family members, but especially your mom. God bless you!

Nicky--I'm so glad that this post has hit its mark. People are digging the big picture of what I'm trying to bring across in my own humble way! Very charming simile you used to describe my blog--thank you.

Sunshine said...

Yeah, that strikes a cord with me too.

Anna said...

You know I can get bored with poetry sometimes, but this is one I like! I think you have read it to me before but sometimes I read better than I listen! ;)

CelloChic said...

"To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life's smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father's will!"
I love it! Thanks for explaining. I was always a bit confused.

Da Fwogg said...

Touching,
Extremely touching..
I totally understand why this poem appealed to you that much..
Thanks a lot for posting it.
Keep in Touch..

Kristi said...

Beautiful poem Beka! I think I read it once before...or maybe it was another one of his really good ones. Anyhow, I love it!

Sara said...

It's to beautiful for words, girl.