Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Ancient men marveled at the regularity of the movements of the heavens, which enabled them to predict the paths of the planets. It was not until modern times though that we were able fully to appreciate just how mathematical are the laws that govern the operations of the physical universe—all of it, not just the visible parts. Music is mathematics applied to pitch and time. It is more than that, but not less. So poets from Milton to MacDonald to Lewis and Tolkien have, in an appropriate metaphor indeed, portrayed creation as a song or a dance. It was in Job all along: at creation the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
COMMENTARY, JOB 38:7
The Novas were the trumpets,
The Black Holes played the bass,
The Comets were the clarinets,
The concert hall was Space.
The Stars were violins,
The Angels sang in thirds,
The Planets danced a minuet,
Jehovah wrote the words.
And still they sing together,
And with the inner ears
The clear-souled man can listen yet:
The music of the spheres.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD
Posted on June 15, 2017, in Christianity, Donald Williams, Poetry and tagged C. S. Lewis, Creation, Dance, George MacDonald, J. R. R. Tolkien, Mathematics, Milton, music. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.