Читать книгу The Invisible God - John J. Brugaletta - Страница 9

“[God] has made change pleasurable to them. . . .

But since He does not wish them to make change. . .

an end in itself, He has balanced the love of change

in them by a love of permanence.”

The Screwtape Letters

I love a change of pace, a change of scene,

But when I’ve lost my way among the new,

I find the same old thing makes me serene.

A flat stability is much too clean;

I long to rove, to taste, to live askew

And love the change of pace, the change of scene.

But then adventure soon becomes obscene;

I trade the seascape for my kitchen’s view,

Because the same old thing makes me serene.

You demons bait your hook with flash and sheen,

And scheme to net and land and kill us through

Our love for change of pace, for change of scene.

But heaven’s planted here a sweet routine

Of table, of our bed, and of a pew.

We know these same old things make us serene.

Our saving grace is that we live between

Those ancient trees and these that lately grew.

We love a change of pace, a change of scene,

But only in the old are we serene.