She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
--- Robert Frost
PS: so I'm on kind of a Frost kick, thus all the quotes ;-)
But this one really spoke to me of balance. Christ as the central pole, the steady thing which allows movement and flow around it as our life balances and sways about us in the breezes of life. Occasionally things are pulled tight by the summer air's tug, but never fully strained, just enough to remind us that the ropes are there and make life full-- but the pole holds it all in perspective if its dead center in the tent.
Hope its as thought-provoking for you as it was for me =)
