Little planet,
if the cosmic Creator
of all planets
and suns
and moons asked
”to which solar system
would you like to belong
gravitationally?”
would you orbit around
the small
cold
lifeless one
or
the blazing
warm
generative one?
“Unmixed attention is prayer.” Simone Weil. And these days my unmixed attention have been squandered in a cold, lifeless orbit. To which orbit are you gravitationally bound? Constant in attention? Growing in affection or disgust?
Desire is moving toward order or disorder. Worship is moving toward perfection or perversion. If I am like a little planet, gravitationally bound to a healthy solar system, the atmosphere is one that is conducive to life and love and fruitfulness or I am twirling around some vampire sun that is sucking all the life out of my atmosphere.
Any day spent twirling around some dying diminutive sun is another day not fully oriented toward the blazing, warm, generative Glory.
O magnify the Lord with me and let us exalt his name forever. Psalm 34.3
Very rich Nathan ... Love Weil on attention ... Generative is such a substantive word so needed in a world that seems bent on Degeneration... Oof. Thanks for the call to recognizlse our orbit and our posture and affection in that orbit!!!