In all honesty, who in the world has time to sit around and write an ode to an urn…really?

Lately I have found myself to be extremely busy. So busy, in fact, that I have lost sight of many of the beautiful things in life which I used to enjoy. I love to write poetry, for example, yet I haven’t found much time to do this lately. In class on Thursday, Dr. Abernathy provided us with a beautiful definition for lyrical poetry: “the celebration of one moment.” I have found it somewhat difficult to celebrate a moment which has not come! I feel like I don’t even have one moment, much less a few minutes to stop and ponder something long enough to be inspired to write about it and “celebrate” it through words. Life is clearly more stressful and busy than it was in Keats’ time. I’m sure he had other important things to do in addition to writing poetry, but he made time to write. He made time to be still and ponder things around him. He took enough time to sit there and stare at an urn that he was inspired to write a very detailed and wordy ode to it! If I could but make myself sit still and quiet for five minutes, once every week I could write something beautiful and meaningful about a concrete cinderblock!

God’s Word says, “Be still and know that I am God.” I am certainly guilty of failing to do this. If it wasn’t an important thing, He would not have taken the time to tell us to do it! So, whether I actually compose an ode to the cinderblock or not, I am going to try my best to take inspiration from Keats and notice the small things in life. We shall see what marvelous masterpieces come out of it…

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