How was the eclipse for you? My pin-hole camera was not a great success; I saw a disc, I persuaded myself it did get smaller but it was hardly spectacular. The birds probably did go silent; not so some of the nearby parties. But I did notice how it seemed that dusk had arrived; it was notably gloomy. The next day I saw some quite spectacular photos of the sun taken in Billingsley; it really was 90% covered. It is easy to see how in former times an eclipse would be regarded with fear the trepidation and why in many ancient cultures the sun was considered to represent a God. Both as a scientist and a Christian, I of course have no truck with such notions. But I am aware of the power of the sun. As I write this just after 8am in the morning, it already uncomfortably hot. There is the famous Greek myth of how Icarus flew to close to the sun and was killed. I however find myself drawn to the famous poem by St Francis; the Canticle of the Sun.Most High, all-powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessings.To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no man is worthy to mention Your name.Praised be You, my Lord, with all your creatures; especially Brother Sun, who is the day, and through whom You give us light.And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor, and bears a likeness to You, Most High One.I give thanks for the wonder I feel for my Brother Sun.
