I know that the title is a mouthful, but it is an excerpt from Blessed John Paul the Great's poem, Roman Triptych.
I love the imagery of how man is distinct from all other beautiful things in creation and, in a sense, that beauty finds its meaning in man.
I. The Stream
The Spirit of God hovered above the waters.
The undulating wood slopes down
to the rhythm of mountain
To me this rhythm is revealing You,
How remarkable is Your silence
in everything, in all that on every side
unveils the created
world around us ...
all that, like the undulating wood,
runs down every
all that is carried away by the stream's
rhythmically falling from the mountain,
carried by its own
What are you saying to me, mountain stream?
Where, in which
place, do we meet?
Do you meet me who is also passing—
But is it like you?
(Allow me to pause here;
allow me to
stop at a threshold,
the threshold of simple wonder).
The running stream
and silently the woods slope down,
following the rhythm of
but man can marvel!
The threshold which the world crosses in
is the threshold of wonderment.
(Once, this very wonder was called
He was alone in his wonder,
among creatures incapable of
for them it is enough to exist and go their way.
Man went his way
filled with wonder!
But being amazed, he always emerged
the tide that carried him,
as if saying to everything around him:
me is your harbour",
"in me is the place of meeting
with the Primordial
"Stop, this passing has meaning ...
has meaning ... has