Studying English poetry has been incredibly enlightening. It has given me yet another reason to appreciate the written language.
The eloquence of a poem can so aptly describe your emotions.
It’s as if Matthew Arnold and I had a chat this morning, right before he composed this stanza from Dover Beach for me:
“Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
I know this is a rather dismal look on the world and what it holds, but he does cling to the tiny hope of us being true to those we love.
But – what makes us untrue? What makes us forsake ourselves and one another?
I’m looking for a deeper answer than the Christian response, which is of course, “sin.”
I am on a search for truth.
I was reading a book earlier and stumbled upon this line, “Truth is wasted in our lives if we don’t put it to work to accomplish what God wants.”
I want to find truth, so that I can accomplish His will for my life. I have always equated truth with knowledge, so, for lack of knowing what else to do, knowledge is what I will seek.