Wednesday, June 20, 2012
'Music of the Spheres': Blueberries and Other Things That Make Me Sing
We are enjoying almost the final harvest of this year's crop of blueberries, and the last ones to be ripe are the sweetest of all for some reason. This morning as I filled my container with these large blue spheres, a song that's been stuck in my head since yesterday evening kept me company in the blueberry patch.
Just before SAM and I headed for bed last night, we were listening to the Spa channel on XM Radio, and lo and behold, this familiar song began to play. Secret Aging Man recognized it right away. "This is My Father's House," he said confidently. Are you sure? I asked. "It's an old Baptist hymn. I'm pretty sure." Wrong. Sorry, honey. I looked it up in an old hymnal we somehow ended up with from a church (not Baptist) that we attended in Kentucky. This is My Father's World. Not house. A building could never contain Him.
This is my Father's world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings,
And round me rings
The music of the spheres...
(Words by Maltbie D. Babcock, music by Franklin L. Sheppard, 1901)
Thanks to Stratoz, whose latest post about a saint got me thinking deep thoughts this morning.