Sunday, December 28, 2008

Doe The Next Thynge - Fear not tomorrows, Child of the King

A friend of mine shared this with me a couple weeks ago and it moved me so much that I thought I would share it with you:

"From an old English parsonage down by the sea
There came in the twilight a message to me;
It’s quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,
Hath, it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.
And on through the hours the quiet words ring
Like a low inspiration: “DOE THE NEXT THYNGE.”
Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from Heaven,
Time, opportunity, guidance, are given.
Fear not tomorrows, child of the King."
-Elizabeth Eliot

I'm not going to try to elaborate on that. I think the poetry says it all.

I wrote this one myself, a couple days later, trying to capture the power in the phrase, "Doe The Next Thynge" (it's best in Old English:) ).

But there is another thing too. There is "much expected of those to whom much is given," and there is the horrible thought that one day we might look back on our lives and say, "I wasted it." That scares me more than anything else and I wanted to express that in the poem.

Goethe says, "Nothing is worth more than this day" and although that may not be strictly true, I think there is a lot more in that line than we realize. After all, in my own life it will always be "now." It will never be "tomorrow" - that would be absurd. So ultimately, the way I live my life RIGHT NOW is the way I live my future...


It’s the waiting that takes so long,
It’s the waiting that wastes your life.
And you don’t know till you’re old and bitter,
And look back on your life of lonely winters
And see your dreams in a million splinters
Buried beneath the snow.

It’s the waiting that takes so long,
It’s the waiting that wastes your life.
And you don’t know till you break the rhythm,
And death swings by and takes you with him
Then at last you’ll finally listen
But then it will be too late.

It’s the waiting that takes so long,
It’s the waiting that wastes your life.
And you don’t know till your heart’s been stripped
Of zeal for the for One who rescued it,
And you realize that somewhere along you slipped
And didn’t get up and deal with it
And you lost your life in an iron grip
And finally you say, “I wasted it.”
But you can’t have it back.

It’s the waiting that takes so long,
It’s the waiting that wastes your life.
Don’t wait until the glass is full,
Pour out what you have of love and skill,
If you don’t do it now, you never will.
This is your life, so LIVE!

Seize The Day!


Anne said...

Dear Strongjoy...
That was very moving. I really need to be reminded of that day after day. I can tell that your poem really came from your heart; you probably just sat there and felt it, and I know what that's like. I love Elizabeth Eliot too. And the old English spelling; "doe" and "thynge"!


Anya said...

That poem looks familiar. *grins*

Wings over Earth said...

Hi StrongJoy (bree), I am blessed to share your motivation and insight to write this expression = 'THE WAITING'! I am touched and very impressed, and that is not so easy for me to be 'glib' or loose tongue about - OK!

Some will say that are yet 'young' - by some social status, but I see God moves you to touch lives! I want you know that it takes just one simple, heart spoken 'word' to change the future for others (God's children and creation). It is so clear to me - that you have been given a talent, by God, to make a difference - today and tomorrow. Do not doubt this [father God] value and acceptance, it is real! Best of all, It is clear in what you share and write!

You were clearly called to help and motivate other lives, and you need not ever 'feel' alone in that human blessing.

There have been times
when, after long session on my knees
in a cold chancel, a stone has rolled
from my mind, and I have looked
in and seen the old questions lie
folded and in place
by themselves, like the piled
graveclothes of love’s risen body. I seek God

["The Answer" lies in each heart]

Cheers' - Peter

Lucie said...


I know that your mom is really into art (my mom reads her blog). I am looking for a John William Waterhouse art book. Do you have a recommendation of a publishing house that prints good quality..well... prints? Thanks.