I was walking Chaucer when I got home from work, and instead of walking the dirt roads in Rutland State Park, I chose to walk the periphery of the fields that stretch all throughout that part of the park. We walked for about an hour and there were deer paths shooting off all over the place so I followed one especially prominent one. It lead to this thicket of twisting old vines, and I kept losing the path and finding it again. It finally ended at this mammoth pile of stones that must have been carted away from the fields when the prisoners farmed this area.
It got me to thinking about what is around us that is manmade and what is made by other things, wild things, things that we are in no way in control of. I was playing around with a poem while I walked home... something about the reclaiming of the wild. The deer taking back what we struggled for and our indifference to it all... our willing unawareness. We think they live at our discretion... but maybe it isn't that way, maybe they are just waiting to take it all back, slowly reclaim it all right under our noses.
Your thoughts remind me of the old ruins scattered throughout the jungles that are slowly being enveloped by the vines and vegitation after humanity walked away. There is a beauty about the fact that natures' entropy always has its way in the end. It speaks to the vibrancy of God in his creation, and its ability to adapt to an ever changing landscape.
ReplyDeleteThese are beautifl thoughts Tom
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