Ramblings from the Cove...
By Lars Gren
It was not the normal time for my rising from the comforts of the warm bed, being only a bit after six am, but I stretched and then, sensing thirst, I decided that water was in order prior to my resuming the horizontal. Through the kitchen "pass through" that Elisabeth added in designing the house, I could see out of the living room windows onto the waters that stretch to where the horizon and sky become one.
From east to west I watched in slow motion as a daily spectacle was being rolled out in front of my eyes, the only manmade element being the blinking of a light in my western line of sight. There it came, a sharp two second plus white flash followed with a quick much smaller yet visible white dot appearing and gone in a second. The sequence of the two, as in a waltz, only to move on to the next turn of continual light and darkness but the span between the two never so long that it would endanger a returning sailor in the dawning day. Ten seconds per sequence was all it took and one could wonder how many might have lost their bearing and gone on the rocks, save for the lights that shone in the dark of night.
As the "screen" began to unfold from east to west, a thin sliver of red became the dividing line between the sea and sky and I could see that directly out from where I stood, at the horizon, was a commercial ship that had prior appeared to me as a grey hulk, perhaps the early forming of dark clouds—but no, it could not be, for all "hints" were for a sunny December day. I had now stood stock-still for twenty minutes or so, drinking in the beauty of the ever-changing "canvas". Now that it was lighter I could clearly see the ship, which no doubt in a few hours would hoist anchor and be on the way into Boston, its port of entry.
The darkness of the sky continued to give way to the west and with the rising of the sun, so came the lovely mauve and brighter blue colors overcoming the dark covering that had been there a scant hour ago. The ship dead ahead of me could be plainly seen now, still at anchor, while the one to the west had sailed. It took a good hour and a half for full daylight to arrive and I had turned my thoughts over to a breakfast of oatmeal, but my mind has been on the glory of the dawning along with thoughts of the hymn, "How Great Thou Art."
And now? Well, it has turned out to be a lovely, rather warm, day for this 12th month of ’15. There are patches of blue skies but now also dark grey ones, some outlined in white by the sun but nothing to compare to the spectacle of this morning. An extra, that was thrown, was seeing for the first time, since last year, about eight eider ducks that are so much fun to watch, for they swim in a tight formation and on a signal all dive as one and then reappear pretty much the same way. They arrive here from the Arctic, I suppose, to get a bit of relief from the cold. Do they sense that the water in the Cove is tepid or do they feel the difference at all in any of the waters they visit? At the end I thought, "could anyone be an observer to this and not think about the connection of a Creator to the Universe and the creatures that that we know of? Yes many would say that, "it just happened." I came across the following column by Jim Bishop. Perhaps you may want read it and pass it on.
I’ll not add more except to say, God bless y’all and that’s it from the Cove.
THERE IS NO GOD?
All of the wonders around us are accidental. No almighty hand made a thousand-billion stars. They made themselves. No power keeps them on their steady course. The earth spins itself to keep the oceans from falling off toward the sun. Infants teach themselves to cry when they are hungry or hurt. A small flower invented itself so that we could extract digitalis for sick hearts. The earth gave itself day and night, tilted itself so that we get seasons. Without the magnetic poles man would be unable to navigate the trackless oceans of water and air, but they just grew there.
How about the sugar thermostat in the pancreas? It maintains a level of sugar in the blood sufficient for energy. Without it, all of us would fall into a coma and die.
Why does snow sit on mountain-tops waiting for the warm spring sun to melt it at just the right time for young crops in farms below to drink? A very lovely accident.
The human heart will beat for 70 or 80 years without faltering. How does it get sufficient rest between beats? A kidney will filter poison from the blood, and leave good things alone. How does it know one from the other? Who gave the human tongue flexibility to form words, and a brain to understand them, but denied it to all other animals?
Who showed a womb how to take the love of two persons and keep splitting a tiny ovum until, in time, a baby would have the proper number of fingers, eyes and ears and hair in the right places, and come into the world when it is strong enough to sustain life?
There is no God?
(Jim Bishop, popular author of 21 books, including The Day Christ Died and The Day Kennedy Was Shot, died in 1987. This column, written in the 1960s, was a favorite of his wife Kelly.)