The Dancing Puritan

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

I See. Help Me to See!


Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too.
I see em bloom, for me and for you.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white.
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow, so pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, sayin 'how do you do.'
They're really sayin...'I love you.'

I hear babies cry. I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more, than I'll never know.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.


I never tire of hearing What a Wonderful World. Though I enjoy many versions, few singers can compare to Louis Armstrong.

Read the words above!  I see. I see. I think. I see. I think. I see. I hear. I think.

The song speaks of one who sees trees and roses and thinks that they bloom for me and for you. That leads him to think, what a wonderful world.  He sees skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days and dark sacred nights. He sees the colors of a rainbow so pretty in the sky.  He sees those same colors on the faces of people going by. He sees friends shaking hands sayin how do you do? And he sees more than the handshakes. He knows that what they are saying is I love you. He hears babies cry and he watches them grow--and he is lead to the conclusion that this is a wonderful world. He sees and therefore speaks in a way that helps us to see. We see the colors. We see the friends shaking hands. We see because he saw. 

This morning as I was reading The Song of Solomon chapter one--I noticed that the lovers were able to see, to know, to smell, to hear, to taste, to think and to sing.  She could compare his love to wine because she had tasted and savored. She could speak of his love as anointing oils because she had felt and smelled those oils. He could compare her to the ornament-draped and jewel-decked mare because he had seen and admired the beautiful creature. She could compare her beloved to a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedie because she knew what those clusters of henna blossoms looked and smelled like. He could say that she had eyes like doves because he had noticed when the doves would fly by. He had seen a peacefulness and simple beauty in them. He saw that same peacefulness and beauty in the love-of-his-life.

The love of the man and the woman was enhanced because they could see trees, roses, skies, clouds, days, nights, the colors of the rainbow and people shaking hands. They did not simply glance and forget--they saw, thought and interpreted and then they used their experiences to communicate. Because they saw--they help us to see.

As I was reading, I wrote in my journal these words; What is something beautiful that I can compare my wife to today? As I pondered the question my heart sunk and I came to the sobering realization that I do not see very well. I mean I don't really see very clearly. I see trees, flowers and people shaking hands.  But I see them, too often, simply in passing and seldom without thinking to myself. Maybe I am too busy to see? Maybe I need to retrain my eyes?  

Lord please save me from a colorless, odorless, joyless, thoughtless and inexpressive marriage. Help me not to miss flowers, trees, birds, mountains, buildings and animals. Help me, therefore, not to lack the language of creative comparisons. Help me to see, to smell, to taste and to savor.

I was able to draw up a comparison today for my wife. I compare you my love to the sunshine at Daytona Beach and to the waters that gently splash at my feet. My comparison will not be added to a new edition of Solomon's Song but it does conjure up a refreshing and peaceful image in my mind. My wife brings refreshment and peace to my life--better even than Daytona Beach.