Albert Schweitzer, who as many of his admirers knew, was quite a performer of organ music. And it is said that when he was playing Bach (whose sublime compositions reach to high heaven), it was as though Schweitzer was in the church or auditorium all alone--concerned with only God hearing him play, seeking only His approval. Having a recording of one of his concerts, I can believe it. But thinking about that this morning on a walk in the rain, recalled a poem done earlier I want to share with you.
Solitude
(c) By: Sharon Slaton Howell
How one can prefer society's noise
To solitude's tranquillity
Is more than the true lover
Of nature can comprehend.
For how can such infinite beauty
As our Father spreads before us
Be adequately appreciated
While in a crowd of people,
Talking when they have
Nothing to say,
Who go on and on
And never know when to end?
It's indisputable:
Contemplating nature and garrulity
Are incompatible.
On forays into the wild,
Give me a soulful quiet,
And possibly a companion
(Or two or three)
Who know the value of silence.
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(May whoever reads this blog feel Jesus' assurance in John 14:27: "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.")
