The Dawning

This is a great poem I would love to tie into my thesis, somehow. It is by George Herbert, a post-reformation pastor who used his art (poetry) as a means to teach his community.

{George Herbert 1593-1633}

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns ;
Thy Savior comes, and with Him mirth :
Awake, awake,
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.

Arise, sad heart ; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ's resurrection thine may be ;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee :
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen dry thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.


Love that line:
"Do not by hanging down break from the hand which, as it riseth, raiseth thee."


Carla said…
This totally encouraged me just now, Erika - thanks.