under mysterious starlight
In my series ‘David’s Crown’, an interwoven ‘corona’ of responses to The Book of Psalms, we have come to Psalm 19, one of the most famous and beautiful of all the psalms, with its wonderful opening line:
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THE heavens declare the glory of God: and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
It was CS Lewis’s favourite psalm, and Michael Ward has shown in his brilliant book Planet Narnia how deeply Lewis responded both to the beauty of the stars and planets and also to the wonderful penumbra of poetry song and story that has been associated in all ages and cultures with their radiance, their dance through the skies, and the sense they give us of an eternal splendour above ‘the changes and chances of this fleeting world’. This psalm is also a favourite of mine and I approached it with some trepidation, but in the end I found in it an invitation just to enjoy and celebrate beauty in verse.
In this poem ‘the complete consort dancing’ is a quotation from Eliot’s four quartets, and the idea that the stars are themselves words in God’s poem is drawn from Coleridge’s insight, in Frost at Midnight, that all the appearances of nature are themselves ‘ the lovely shapes and sounds intelligible/of that eternal language which they God/utters.
It has been lovely to come to a psalm which for a moment leaves agony and struggle behind, and is sheer celebration. I hope you enjoy it too.
As always you can hear me read the poem by clicking on the play button or the title and you can find the other poems in this evolving series by putting the word ‘psalms’ into the search box on the right.
In that still place where earth and heaven meet
Under mysterious starlight, raise your head
And gaze up at their glory: ‘the complete
Consort dancing’ as a poet said
Of his own words. But these are all God’s words;
A shining poem, waiting to be read
Afresh in every heart. Now look towards
The brightening east, and see the splendid sun
Rise and rejoice, the icon of his lord’s
True light. Be joyful with him, watch him run
His course, receive the gift and treasure of his light
Pouring like honeyed gold till day is done
As sweet and strong as all God’s laws, as right
As all his judgements and as clean and pure,
All given for your growth, and your delight!
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Malcolm Guite 
Malcolm, your poem is exquisite and a beautiful response to Psalm 19. Indeed the heavens do declare God’s glory, and your poem reflects that… and yes, a much-needed good word in the midst of this wretched pandemic.
Stay safe.
Lynn
As a painter of landscapes and skies you have supplied a vision in a mere 57 seconds that I am envious of. Thank you, beautifully done.
Thanks Scott well I’m also envious of the gift for painting!
I do like poem, Malcolm. I’ll add, however, that your regular request for the gift of a cup of coffee doesn’t sit right with me: not at all. No obligation – yes, I do understand that. But given the sorts of struggles many in the world are facing at present, you seem out of step. Gently, I’ll ask: please reconsider.
I’m sorry you feel that way Lizzie . I leave the option there but there’s no expectation. I recognise there are many hardships in the world and I give regularly myself. But I have given up other work in order to have time to offer this work on the web and of course I am no longer able to make my living as a travelling speaker which is what sustained these pages in the past. I hope as Paul says, the labourer is worthy of his hire. But I certainly don’t expect everybody to give or to do so more than once. But it does seem reasonable to leave this here as an option and it is certainly helping to sustain my work. Fortunately for both of us neither of us has been appointed to judge the other.
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