"Storms are the triumph of his art: well may he close his eyes, but not his heart."
How moving to read G. Herbert, again. I hadn’t read him since my high school and college years.
‘And when they ask’d, what he would wear;
He smil’d and said as he did go,
He had new clothes a making here below.”
The new garments of the resurrection are made down here below, among us, with us.
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem.
How moving to read G. Herbert, again. I hadn’t read him since my high school and college years.
‘And when they ask’d, what he would wear;
He smil’d and said as he did go,
He had new clothes a making here below.”
The new garments of the resurrection are made down here below, among us, with us.
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem.