“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

A drive around Garrett County reveals “A host of golden daffodils” that rivals the English country scene William Wordsworth describes in this poem.. I admit to having had moments this last winter when “I “wandered lonely as a cloud.” The snow came and came; Bible studies did not meet, events canceled; even our internet connection went down for four days.

Yet, in God’s faithfulness of promised seasons (Genesis 8:22), spring arrived and we saw those daffodils “Beside the lake, beneath the trees/Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.” We might stand near Deep Creek Lake and witness those next three stanzas come to life, causing many a photographer to stop just beyond the 219 bridge and take pictures.

As a romantic poet, Wordsworth believed in allowing natural beauty to overwhelm him in almost a frenzied ecstasy when he ventured outdoors. After his exhilarating experience, he calmly recollected, “in vacant or in pensive mood,” concluding “And then my heart with pleasure fills/And dances with the daffodils.”

While Christians do enjoy the beauty of spring, we can also beware of the crossover that occurs should someone move from worshiping the Creator to bowing to the creation. General revelation often gives us a jumping off place when we talk to those who do not yet know Christ. However, without the revelation found in the Word of God, what we call special revelation, people’s appreciation of creation stops short of knowing the One who made and sustains it all. Currently, I delight in the various shades and sizes of the many daffodils, but when I see the beautiful arrays, I spend some pensive moments thanking God for what He created and for His great salvation. Isaiah reminds us, “The grass withers, the flowers fade, But the Word of our God stands forever.”(40:8)


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