Catrin Welz-Stein |
The Holy Scriptures
1.
OH
Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart
Suck
ev’ry letter, and a hony gain,
Precious
for any grief in any part;
To
cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.
Thou
art all health, health thriving till it make
A
full eternitie: thou art a masse
Of
strange delights, where we may wish & take.
That
mends the lookers eyes: this is the well
That
washes what it shows. Who can indeare
Thy
praise too much? thou art heav’ns Lidger here,
Working
against the states of death and hell.
Thou
art joyes handsell: heav’n lies flat in thee,
Subject
to ev’ry mounters bended knee.
2.
And
the configurations of their glorie!
Seeing
not onely how each verse doth shine,
But
all the constellations of the storie.
This
verse marks that, and both do make a motion
Unto
a third, that ten leaves off doth lie:
Then
as dispersed herbs do watch a potion,
These
three make up some Christians destinie:
Such
are thy secrets, which my life makes good,
And
comments on thee: for in ev’ry thing
Thy
words do finde me out, & parallels bring,
And
in another make me understood.
Starres
are poore books, & oftentimes do misse:
This
book of starres lights to eternall blisse.
George Herbert
“A masse of
strange delights”. This has certainly been my experience. Especially lately. I
was brought up reading and memorizing this book, and even now, after all these
years, I am amazed at the new things that I find. There is no book like this. Someone
once said how it is like a diamond, you look at it one way and see this, then
another, and see that – only to find the facets are endless, the whole universe
and all of life is within and shines out through it. I love George Herbert’s
enthusiasm, “Let my heart suck every letter!” And that phrase, “This is the
thankfull glasse, that mends the looker’s eyes.” Is Herbert saying that we find
ourselves in this book, and that finding constitutes a transformation? How very
beautiful to think! I am in this story,
and in it I am changed, I become what I always longed to be but did not dare to
hope for. And “joyous handsell’? From what I can gather, handsell, means
first gift, or the first installment of a bargain – which is to say, the words
in this book are but a small taste of the very real and physical renewal of the
whole universe yet to come. “Oh that I knew how all thy lights combine!” I’m
completely in agreement with Herbert. If only I could see how each facet works
together! I’ve seen only a small portion of how the themes are woven throughout
– the Feast, the Pillar of Fire, the Temple, the Garden, the Exile – the symbols
of Water, Bread, the Body, Stones, the Vine – and this is only scratching the
surface. These certainly are “the secrets which make my life good.” This book
is the thread that has led me this far in my life journey. And it has not
failed me. Who knew that a story, a poem no less, could be the stuff of Life
itself.
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