The Poet and the Painter on Boundaries

“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places,” declares David in Psalm 16. That line boundaries in pleasant places is an odd one, especially read in a time when boundaries are readily broken and often despised. What on earth can David mean?

Yes, when babies are new, they love to be swaddled, bound up in a blanket. Babies need to be held tight and secure. They demand boundaries and find them quite pleasant.

But David was not a baby. As we grow, we unwrap ourselves, thrust for personal space. We demand freedom. Our boundaries fade or even cease to exist. It’s as if the swaddling gave us permission to push. Every frontier must fall. We need to breathe free air.

Strayy Night (12 of 10)Starry nights symbolize freedom, that boundlessness we yearn after. Yet, I find starry skies as frightening as they are inspiring. The night sky is an open gate that if God and gravity were to let go, I would be flung out into dark nothingness. When staring into the beautiful, boundless stars, wonder rises in me and becomes entangled with a shivering insecurity. The sky above me is a hole, vast and unfathomable. Under those flickering stars, it is all too easy to imagine floating alone for eternity.

What am I compared to the stars? Who am I measured against their beauty?

In Psalm 8 David wrote: “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”

Starry-Night

Starry Night Vincent van Gogh

Is this the vision that propelled Vincent van Gogh to paint his masterwork Starry Night while restrained in an Asylum at Saint-Remy? His brilliant mind grasped two truths and translated their conflicting magnificence onto his canvas. For van Gogh, there seems to be no starry night without solid ground. Firm mountains frame the spinning wonder of unknowable stars. Is it that truth as well as his fabulous brush strokes that draw us to this painting?

Did van Gogh capture an internal landscape as well as an external one?

This is a paradox. Was he showing us that while we push against our boundaries and rebel against any constriction, we also revel in boundedness? At night, with the endless sky yawning above, we yearn for David’s boundaries in pleasant places, the swaddling of God’s love and care. Stars are frighteningly beautiful because from solid ground they call us to recognize something or someone hidden in that speckled dome. Like the swooping question mark in the sky of van Gogh’s Starry Night, the stars call us to question our self-sufficiency our trajectory. In our saner moments stars let us see God has indeed drawn the boundaries in pleasant places.

Strayy Night (9 of 10)

Pleasant Boundaries PC Eugene Scott

P.S. I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving, those in the U.S. anyway. Obviously, I am thankful you took your time to read this. Do you have a time when the sky–or nature–spoke to you the way it seemed to with David and van Gogh? Tell us about it.

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9 thoughts on “The Poet and the Painter on Boundaries

  1. Glad to know I’m not the only one with the vivid imagination- I am very thankful for the boundary of gravity, thank you very much! 🙂

    As I age, I find myself attracted to God in the natural, because there I also seem to find Him in the supernatural. The same God who designed the laws and boundaries of nature has the power to exceed those very laws. In a nutshell, God has warp speed. He is the possible and the impossible. Pretty cool.

    • What would life be without imagination? I like that line, “I find myself attracted to God in the natural.” God and nature are often very attractive. I’m reading a book now called Finding Solace in Fierce Landscapes. It talks about that a lot. Have a good Thanksgiving.

  2. Beautifully said, Eugene. I am intoxicated by space and the stars as well. And so true, needing to feel free yet yearning for security. What a paradox.

    • Thanks, Rene. I miss the old days when there was less light pollution and I could see the stars from my backyard. But a trip to the mountains isn’t bad. Have a good day.

  3. Georgie

    I also vote for the limiting, but consoling, effects of gravity on my consciousness, as I stand to contemplate “God”, both in the here and now, as well as in permeating the Great Beyond”!,…

    “in Him we live and move and have our being” (Acts 17:28),…

    (Psalm 139: 6-12) “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
    It is high, I cannot attain it.
    7 Where can I go from Your Spirit?
    Or where can I flee from Your presence?
    8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
    If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
    9 If I take the wings of the morning,
    And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
    10 Even there Your hand shall lead me,
    And Your right hand shall hold me.
    11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall[a] on me,”
    Even the night shall be light about me;
    12 Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
    But the night shines as the day;
    The darkness and the light are both alike to You.”

    Happy Thanksgiving & Advent wishes!

  4. Georgie

    & yeah,… about that light pollution,… we miss so much,…

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