I am the man who has seen affliction… (Lamentation 3:1) His portrait would have him serenely contemplating a garden, one hand raised beatifically like the saints of old. Often I would have my days like that, passed in that perfect serene of green, spirit quiet within like the waters without, no trouble straining pastoral brow.Continue reading “George Herbert at Bemerton”
Until the day when all’s made new: desolation; Temples fall. Before the shining of the Son: run into the hills. Until the brightness of the dawn: darkness seems to rule the day. Before the great Light of the World: wait, in patient hope.