THE REV. DR. G. MALCOLM SINCLAIR
The Rev. Dr. George Malcolm Sinclair was called to the pulpit of the
Dr. Sinclair has served four
He is a Past-President of the St. Andrew’s Society of Toronto, a member of the
Monday, 25 January 2010 18:59
I read some of William Wordsworth’s poetry today to afford myself just a few moments of reverie in the presence of gracious language. I realized how little of it I hear around me, and how differently it filters through my perception when I do. My mind seemed to open neglected pathways to take in the splendour of Wordsworth’s phrases. How many other such pathways languish for want of good company?
I do not wish to lament the pedestrian nature of language usage, how it simply gets us from here to there. Nor do I want to decry the surface application of words, images and ideas so easily thrown around among us. Only now, with my advancing years, am I able to begin to appreciate the wonder of words and the lush thickness of thought.
There is something to be said for living long enough for reflection. There is much to be said for keeping the curriculum broad and the expectations for ourselves high. Shallow lives make for shallow cultures. Small, utilitarian contacts leave the soul desolate.
“That though the radiance which once was so bright be now forever taken from my sight; though nothing can bring back the splendour in the grass, glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains.”
“The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants, and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty who does not know this.” ( William Wordsworth)
