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In a Country Church

To one kneeling down no word came,Only the wind’ s song, saddening the lipsOf the grave saints, rigid in glass;Or the dry whisper of unseen wings,Bats not angels, in the high roof. Was he balked by silence? He kneeled longAnd saw love in a dark crownOf thorns blazing, and a winter treeGolden with fruit ofContinue reading “In a Country Church”

Love (II) – George Herbert

Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flameAttract the lesser to it: let those firesWhich shall consume the world, first make it tame,And kindle in our hearts such true desires, As may consume our lusts, and make thee way.Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brainAll her invention on thine Altar lay,And there inContinue reading “Love (II) – George Herbert”