And Ladybugs?

For all the mysteries, engines, instruments, wherewith the world is filled, which we are able to frame and use to thy glory.

For all the trades, variety of operations, cities, temples, streets, bridges, mariner's compass, admirable picture, sculpture, writing, printing, songs and music; wherewith the world is beautified and adorned.

       Much more for the regent life,

               And power of perception,

                      Which rules within.

       That secret depth of fathomless consideration

               That receives the information

                      Of all our senses,

       That makes our centre equal to the heavens,

               And comprehendeth in itself the magnitude of the world;

                      The involv’d mysteries

                              Of our common sense;

                      The inaccessible secret

                              Of perceptive fancy;

                      The repository and treasury

                              Of things that are past;

                      The presentation of things to come;

                              Thy name be glorified

                              For evermore.

                              O miracle

                                     Of divine goodness!

                      O fire! O flame of zeal, and love, and joy!

               Ev’n for our earthly bodies, hast thou created all things.

                                                 { visible

               All things    { material

                                                 { sensible

                      Animals,

                      Vegetables,

                      Minerals,

               Bodies celestial,

               Bodies terrestrial,

               The four elements,

               Volatile spirits,

       Trees, herbs, and flowers,

               The influences of heaven,

       Clouds, vapors, wind,

               Dew, rain, hail and snow,

       Light and darkness, night and day,

               The seasons of the year.

Springs, rivers, fountains, oceans,

       Gold, silver, and precious stones.

               Corn, wine, and oil,

       The sun, moon, and stars,

               Cities, nations, kingdoms.

And the bodies of men, the greatest treasures of all,

               For each other.

What then, O Lord, hast thou intended for our

Souls, who givest to our bodies such glorious things!

A Serious and Pathetical Contemplation of the Mercies of God by Thomas Trahern

For the reference in my title, see the next post.

Read Well, Friend

(I read this on PoetryFoundation.org, and found it so fascinating I decided to share it with you. He is  considered a Metaphysical post and writer, living in the late 1600's in England. Pathetical could mean inferior and ineffective, or arousing strong emotion. What do you think?)