The snail's on the thorn

"The lark's on the wing;

the snail's on the thorn:

God's in His heaven-

all's right with the world."

~Robert Browning~

I ran across this little poem (or part of a poem) the other day on another blog and thought it rather a timely thought.  It doesn't really matter how upside down or curious human society suddenly becomes, the sun still rises, the moon continues to tread the course of the heavens, and creation in all its ancient rhythm ticks ever on like a faithful old clock.  It is a very good thing to sit back and reflect for a moment on He who made the clock and keeps it wound, all our meddling with the definition of time can do nothing to affect the functioning of the gears or the passing of the hours.  We may call hours minutes and minutes hours and think them interchangeable but we cannot actually change the true reality thereof.