The fields of Christendom (Part 1)


The fields of Christendom (Part 1)

Thérèse came up the hill
To join me as I mused
While looking out and beyond
To the land of Christendom
Over the bridge I had spotted below

My saintly sister sat next to me
In the grass while shading her eyes
“It’s beautiful over there,” I softly spoke
Remaining still so as to not disturb my view
“What is the magic, the mystery, of that land?”

“Order,” whispered Thérèse with authority
While looking out herself, “Divine Order ”
“The minerals serve the plants
The plants serve the animals
The animals serve mankind”

“God,” she continued, “is served by mankind”
“Do you remember, when we first met?”
She surprised me. How could I forget?
That day I stumbled out of the Dark Forest
The day she called my name

“I found you lost in a land of dis-order!” she smiled
“But there, over there, where you gaze
The pathways, the villages, and flowing rivers
Make one wonderful, unified landscape
For the Almighty Divine Pleasure!”

I could see that waters ran fresh and deep
Everything was far richer in being
Than any place else I had seen
Certainly far richer than the dark and smoke-filled
Forest of confused order from where I had come

But, something yet amazed me
And that something was this
Many a time I’d heard someone proclaim
An order for things, a way to create
But none looked as rich as this…

Oh, some looked much better
Than the land where I had then stood
But others were awful and made everyone feel bad
Those who proclaimed that kind always seemed angry
And would make everyone pretend that things were pretty…

Thérèse interrupted my wandering thoughts
“How can the many particulars create
One view of such delight?” she queried
Yes, that is what mystified me
That is, just how this mixture was so right

“Many can only be ordered by One”
She answered her own question
“A higher unity must arrange the many particulars
To create such beauty and harmony
It is for this that we freely follow the will of the One”

“The order of God is that the lower
Should be enriched by the superior
The will of God being that those inferior
are helped by those above them
Thus Lord Christ’s merits glorify Him”

We sat for a while as I continued to look
At the beauty of creation when in the right hands
I glanced at Thérèse and thought of Joan of Arc too
My saintly and sisterly guides always seemed full of life
I looked down at myself, so different from that…

I wanted to ask more
But she motioned, time to go
The trail of the Dogmatic Creed
Awaited us, as we gathered our things
And headed down to cross that bridge I had found

Therese PF8