Minstrel's book – Discord by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"When by the brook his strain
Cupid is fluting,
And on the neighbouring plain
Mayors disputing,
There turns the ear ere long,
Loving and tender,
Yet to the noise a song
Soon must surrender.
Loud then the flute-notes glad
Sound 'mid war's thunder;
If I grow raving mad,
Is it a wonder?
Flutes sing and trumpets bray,
Waxing yet stronger;
If, then, my senses stray,
Wonder no longer."
Some times things or sounds or people simply do not 'gel' or work well together.
Their juxtaposition does not bring out the best in each element.
But we must always hold dear the integrity and beauty of each element
and the common good to which they all strive.
On a day when everything seems to clash and clang,
may we pause,
and give thanks
for each element or event or person in turn.
May each be redolent with grace and blessing.
"When by the brook his strain
Cupid is fluting,
And on the neighbouring plain
Mayors disputing,
There turns the ear ere long,
Loving and tender,
Yet to the noise a song
Soon must surrender.
Loud then the flute-notes glad
Sound 'mid war's thunder;
If I grow raving mad,
Is it a wonder?
Flutes sing and trumpets bray,
Waxing yet stronger;
If, then, my senses stray,
Wonder no longer."
Some times things or sounds or people simply do not 'gel' or work well together.
Their juxtaposition does not bring out the best in each element.
But we must always hold dear the integrity and beauty of each element
and the common good to which they all strive.
On a day when everything seems to clash and clang,
may we pause,
and give thanks
for each element or event or person in turn.
May each be redolent with grace and blessing.
DISCORD
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