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Or I could have called this blog Cities and Thrones and Powers or Ozymandias.
Cities and Thrones and Powers
by Rudyard Kipling
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Cities and Thrones and Powers
by Rudyard Kipling
Cities and Thrones and Powers
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth,
The Cities rise again.
This season's Daffodil,
She never hears
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance
To be perpetual.
So Time that is o'er-kind
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith
"See how our works endure!"
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
The poems are because I attended the Circuit Assembly (virtually) on Saturday, and it concluded with a very interesting and inspiring talk: "Boast in Jehovah". We can speak about how he supports us and guides us, and tell others about him and all his wonderful works.
In contrast, boasting about ourselves and our own accomplishments is pretty foolish. And I think both the poems above make that point well. After all whatever good qualities and skills we have - and we all have some - are from Jehovah in the first place - sort of remnants of the perfection he gave our first parents, the perfection we all should have been born with, the gift of our Creator.
I also wanted the word "Shoulder" in the blog as I need to record that my "good" shoulder is worse than ever. I should have been at the SOS Conference on Saturday with Captain B. But there was no way I could even get dressed. Sadly, he came back early after lunch. He is not doing too well either.
And I have added Storm Colin to the blog title as it was stormy outside on Sunday morning as I began this blog - and he will be doing our on-line tax returns all day, and they usually put him in a stormy mood. Though I have just found out that the current storm is actually called Herminia. Will it be as fearsome as Storm Col doing our taxes online? Time will tell.
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