One piece of poetry and one piece of prose
Today I am going to cheat, and give you items written by other people.
CS Lewis is famous for many kinds of writing, but poetry is not his most admired form. But when I’m feeling spiritually low, I like this one, though I can’t remember where I got it:
My heart is empty. All the fountains that should run
With longing, are in me
Dried up. In all my countryside there is not one
That drips to find the sea.
I have no care for anything Thy love can grant
Except the moment’s vain
And hardly noticed filling of the moment’s want
And to be free from pain.
Oh, Thou that art unwearying, that dost neither sleep
Nor slumber, who didst take
All care for Lazarus in the careless tomb, oh keep
Watch for me till I wake.
If Thou think for me what I cannot think, if Thou
Desire for me what I
Cannot desire, my soul’s interior Form, though now
Deep-buried, will not die.
– No more than the insensible dropp-d seed which grows
Through winter ripe for birth
Because, while it forgets, the heaven remembering throws
Sweet influence still on earth
– Because the heaven, moved moth-like by Thy beauty, goes
Still turning round the earth.
Or, if you want something a bit more cheery, try some Thomas Traherne (1636-74):
“By the very Right of your Senses you enjoy the World. Is not the Beauty of the Hemisphere present to your Eye? Doth not the Glory of the Sun pay tribute to your Sight? Is not the Vision of the World an Amiable Thing? … Is not that a marvellous Body to breathe in?” (Centuries of Meditations 1: 21)
“He had another saying, He lives most like an Angel that lives upon least Himself, and doth most Good to others. For the Angels neither eat nor Drink, and yet do Good to the whole World. Now a Man is an Incarnate Angel. And He that lives in the midst of Riches as a poor man Himself, enjoying God and Paradise, or Christendom which is Better, conversing with the Poor, aand seeing the value of their Souls through their Bodies, and prizing all things clearly with a due esteem, is arrived here to the Estate of Immortality.” (Centuries 4:29)
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