
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
Mr. Keats observed this conspiracy and boon of Autumn, and he found a way to share it with me because he thought it was important. I enjoy his observation because I agree with him. Mr. Keats and I have come to an understanding about the nature of God's creation.
Now Autumn means different things.
Religious people, for instance, appreciate the importance of Autumn when the score is 17-14 late in the fourth quarter and the home team's ability to execute the no-huddle offense could decide the play-offs and the season.
These would be the same people who say without much understanding that Creation is Book I of the revelation of God's very nature.
I thought about this yesterday while replying to a Remonstrans member. We were talking about who "gets it" and who doesn't. It is no stretch to say that King David and Mr. Keats read the same books. Both Israel's Poet-King and perhaps the greatest poet of the English language loved what has always been important. Both of them would pity the jock, slouching there, so passionate about, so devoted to a worthless and momentary thing.
I wonder if David might not be encouraged to do something useful with his sword, what with the Philistine so handy and all.
There was once a rumor, not much believed anymore, that as a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
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