There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, This final line of this first stanza begs the question, Why? Why can I see these things\u00a0no more?\u00a0The poem continues reminiscing about childhood \u201cintimations\u201d of immortality mostly in nature, until stanza four ends with two lines of questions:<\/p>\n Whither is fled the visionary gleam? These are good honest questions. Questions that I want to take more time to pray and meditate about. I think of my Christian life, and how some of the wonder, joy, and belief in the impossible has seemingly run away.\u00a0I like the start of Wordsworth’s answer to these questions:<\/p>\n Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: How can I re-establish my agendas to see \u201ccelestial light\u201d in \u201cevery common sight?\u201d What a Joy this adventure home can still be!<\/p>\n By Melodious Monk In his thought-provoking and deeply moving poem,\u00a0Intimations of Immortality, I see poet William Wordsworth beautifully wrestling with one of the basic human questions — Why am I here? The title suggests there are indirect clues around us, … Continue reading
\n<\/em>The earth, and every common sight,
\nTo me did seem Apparell’d in celestial light,
\nThe glory and the freshness of a dream.
\nIt is not now as it hath been of yore;–Turn wheresoe’er I may,
\nBy night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhere is it now, the glory and the dream?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
\nHath had elsewhere its setting,
\nAnd cometh from afar:
\nNot in entire forgetfulness,
\nAnd not in utter nakedness,
\nBut trailing clouds of glory do we come
\nFrom God, who is our home:
\nHeaven lies about us in our infancy!<\/em><\/p>\n![\"fall](\"http:\/\/of.communityofjesus.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/fall-1.jpg\")
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