Thursday, March 14, 2013

Wordsworth on Birth

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come,
From God who is our home."
William Wordsworth

I think this is such a beautiful description of an eternal soul. Contrary to popular psychology, we don't come into this world a 'blank slate'. Ask any mother who's ever carried a child for nine long months, and she'll tell you that each one has an individual personality apparent from the very beginning. Girls are different from boys. Siblings are different from each other. We're all uniquely made by a Creator. We should spend time each day marveling on that fact.

"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well." Psalm 139:14


Barbara said...

You know, I have heard it said that we here on earth are "embryonic" in comparison to what we will be when we are glorified....making life one long (or short, as the case may be) gestation period. All of creation groaning as a woman in labor, awaiting the completion of the redemption to come. Seems maybe an "already" that has a physical and spiritual fulfillment on earth (for the Christian, anyway, in the New Birth), with the "not yet" still to come. To think that the glorious miracle of birth is only a shadow pointing us to a greater glory is a marvelous thing.

Gumbo Lily said...

Beautiful. A friend of ours has just gone to Heaven -- his real home. This poem paints a lovely picture. Thanks.

Vintage Reading said...

One of Wordsworth's best poems (although I'm quite fond of Daffodils, too) Thanks for posting this.