I read a poem by W.H. Auden, "At Schrafft"'and this part struck me:
Having finished the Blue-plate Special
And reached the coffee stage,
…A somewhat shapeless figure
of indeterminate age
… our globular furore,
…Which of the seven heavens
Was responsible her smile
Wouldn’t be sure but attested
…That, whoever it was, a god
Worth kneeling-to for a while
Had tabernacled and rested
At the end of that blog (check blog label W.H. Auden) you said;
God, Who comes to rest in man. This is worth a separate blog, My son.
You then responded to this poem by Auden, Would You like to comment on this now?
That's what I like to do. Commenting the sentence “God who comes to rest in man”.
God works on the evolution of planets, plant species, animal species and
of the intelligent being, man, who becomes the crowning glory of creation. A
being who finally consciously and passionately will kneel before God and then
recognizes what God has accomplished.
God who waits so many years for this moment, and labours, and tries, and
gives, and hopes, and beckons, and bestows and loves and searches for man.
And then there is that man, however void and unsightly, who kneels
before God and focuses on God and recognizes God and only then lives in truth
at that beautiful and scarce moment.
And then God visits this man.
And God can then rest in a certain way in the sanctuary of man.
And God gets recognition of Its work and knows that it has been
accomplished, and that is so together with man. Everything is so accomplished,
everything that has been sought for has been achieved. For a moment there is
the Kingdom of God on earth. For a moment, creation has come to its senses. For
a moment, God can rest and enjoy. Yes in the temple of man, built by man,
reached by man, desired by man, and visited by God.
That's where God can rest.
My blessings to you all
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