지금의 내 수준에 맞게 나의 행동 양태를 바꾸어 나가야 한다.

지금의 내 수준에 맞게 나의 행동 양태를 바꾸어 나가야 한다.

Thursday, March 27, 2025

4:05 AM

이재철 목사님의 설교 말씀을 듣는다.

신자로써의 변화는 신분의 변화를 의미하는 것이고

신분이 변화되었다는 것은

우리가 그 신분에 걸맞게 변하려고 노력해야 함을 말하는 것이라 하신다.

 

그럼, 나는 내 신분에, 내 수준에 걸맞게 행동하는가.

 

많은 부분에 그렇지 못하고 있다.

고쳐야 할 면들이다.

 

나의 영감은 내게 warning을 준다.

Death of a naturalist라는 seamus heaney의 시가 있다.

거기에 나오는 소년 처럼 나는 자연을 탐험했다.

 

하지만 나도 지금부터는 알아야 한다.

내가 지금 실험하고 있는 자연, 인간의 현실들은

참으로 무서운 것이고 장난이 아닌 잔혹하기 이를데 없는 현실들로 변모될 수 있는 것임을.

 

나는 신중과 조심을 기하여야 하고

생각을 더 철저히 하며

행동을 잘 분별하여 행하여아 한다.

 

Death of a Naturalist

BY SEAMUS HEANEY

All year the flax-dam festered in the heart

Of the townland; green and heavy headed

Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.

Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.

Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles

Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.

There were dragonflies, spotted butterflies,

But best of all was the warm thick slobber

Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water

In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring

I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied

Specks to range on window sills at home,

On shelves at school, and wait and watch until

The fattening dots burst, into nimble

Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how

The daddy frog was called a bullfrog

And how he croaked and how the mammy frog

Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was

Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too

For they were yellow in the sun and brown

In rain.

 

    Then one hot day when fields were rank

With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs

Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges

To a coarse croaking that I had not heard

Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus.

Right down the dam gross bellied frogs were cocked

On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped:

The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat

Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting.

I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings

Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew

That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.

 

From <https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57040/death-of-a-naturalist>

 

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