Endurance, 2017

What did Shackleton take his men out to see?
A frigid flag shaking in the Antarctic breeze,
Marking the most extreme point of the planet?
No, I tell you: something far greater than this.

He caught a glimpse of it with Discovery,
Trekking by pony and sled with Wilson and Scott,
Setting a new record for southernmost travel,
Dwarfed by the power of wind and glacial flow.

With Nimrod, the mighty hunter of the unknown returned,
Schooling Wild, Adams, and Marshall as he had been schooled,
Teaching them what it means to be human and humble,
What it means to also be divine and to persevere,

To endure the flow of molten rock which spawns a new island
The explosive swell of magma which atomizes a mountain
The fierce gale which pushes pack ice far out to sea
The crush of floes which collapse a vessel’s hull
The harsh jest which destroys a boy’s spirit.

All of these are tragedies in their own right.

The first spider web espied on a virgin atoll
Verdant vegetation thriving from volcanic ash
The ship which survives when anchor cables snap
A starving crew sailing 800 miles at sea in an open boat
An aging man who finally learns what it is to be fully loved:

All are divine. Yes, all are divine.

This is why Shackleton would return
With twenty-seven companions and crew
Lured there with little chance of success or safe return;
And this is what it meant for him to have saved them all

Not from danger but from safety and stale comfort,
From believing that nature can be brought to bay.
This is why men endure “the worst journey in the world,”
Not the zoologist’s quest for an Emperor penguin egg.

The transformational is what Shackleton gleaned,
What The Boss brought his men out to see:
That power to destroy is power to create,
That they are neither opposing forces

Nor forces to be opposed.
No, they are both
The embracing
Hand of God.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. These blog entries will be more akin to the newsletter columns I wrote for Normandy Christian Church and Puget Sound Christian College in the "old days" than my more recent journalistic work at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog. They will also be of a more overtly spiritual nature than most of my recent work.
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