I grew up reading the poems of Robert Louis Stevenson and his “Summer Sun” poem (below) always comes to mind at this time of the year. The sun is so brilliant and we forget how hot it can get! There’s nothing like the summer sun. It drags us to the beaches for fun and makes us dream of snow even in July…we are so fickle! In the summer, we want it cold; in the winter…
As Stevenson’s poem reminds us, the sun has his own work to do: “to paint the rose, to please the child.” There’s a graciousness about this work that the poem reveals, and that’s what I like most about it. The sun sneaks into the room by a keyhole, it shines into the darkened mass of an ivy bed.
This summer, as we soak in the sun, think about the areas of your life could that could use a little light. Maybe not a full-on laying out bare to the scorching rays, but rather the “warm and glittering look” the poem suggests.
As we know, the sun can do a lot of damage (don’t forget your sunscreen!) but a little sunshine might be just enough for your spirit to be renewed.
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.