Between Herbert and Easter
Discipline
Throw away Thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath;
O my God,
Take the gentle path.
For my heart’s desire
Unto Thine is bent;
I aspire
To a full consent.
Not a word or look
I affect to own,
But by book,
And Thy Book alone.
Though I fail, I weep;
Though I halt in pace,
Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.
Then let wrath remove,
Love will do the deed;
For with love
Stony hearts will bleed.
Love is swift of foot’
Love’s a man of war,
And can shoot,
And can hit from far.
Who can scape his bow?
That which wrought on Thee,
Brought thee low,
Needs must work on me.
Throw away thy rod:
Though man frailties hath,
Thou art God’
Throw away thy Wrath.
Geroge Herbert
Throw away Thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath;
O my God,
Take the gentle path.
For my heart’s desire
Unto Thine is bent;
I aspire
To a full consent.
Not a word or look
I affect to own,
But by book,
And Thy Book alone.
Though I fail, I weep;
Though I halt in pace,
Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.
Then let wrath remove,
Love will do the deed;
For with love
Stony hearts will bleed.
Love is swift of foot’
Love’s a man of war,
And can shoot,
And can hit from far.
Who can scape his bow?
That which wrought on Thee,
Brought thee low,
Needs must work on me.
Throw away thy rod:
Though man frailties hath,
Thou art God’
Throw away thy Wrath.
Geroge Herbert
posted by Edward Barker at 10:54 AM
1 Comments:
At 5 past Tuesday
celebral lunatics
talking of relevance
on the art boards in cyberspace
gather sound,
claiming to make the patterns of exchange
they create
into a number of truths
which frame a commitment
to concrete expression
by anchoring sense in earth bound images
within the context of modernity
I listen
transfixed
hypnotised
by the weight of voices
and
test a theory
of how
to picture
meaning
by measuring
the relative
length
of each syllable
with its syntatic sense
and
the
degree
of assonance
cossanance
and
alliterative value
when
spoke
to
life
by
a
poet’s breath
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