Saturday, April 3, 2021

Holy Saturday


Here we are, on Holy Saturday, and the body of our Savior lies in the tomb, the fourteenth station. Consider this, by George Herbert:

Oh blessed body!  Whither art thou thrown? 

No lodging for thee, but a cold hard stone?

So many hearts on earth, and yet not one

Receive thee?

Sure there is room within our hearts good store;

For they can lodge transgressions by the score:

Thousands of toys dwell there, yet out of door

They leave thee.

But that which shows them large, shows them unfit.

Whatever sin did this pure rock commit,

Which holds thee now? Who hath indicted it

Of murder?

Where our hard hearts have took up stones to brain thee,

And missing this, most falsely did arraign thee;

Only these stones in quiet entertain thee,

And order.

And as of old, the law by heav’nly art,

Was writ in stone;  so thou, which also art

The letter of the word, find’st no fit heart

To hold thee.

Yet do we still persist as we began,

And so should perish, but that nothing can,

Though it be cold, hard, foul, from loving man

Withhold thee.

Where our hard hearts have took up stones to brain thee. 

Herbert was a country parson,  as am I. There's clearly a lot to live up to, eh? 

Light v. Dark,



Borepatch said...

He is risen!

Happy Easter, LSP.

Old NFO said...

He is risen! Happy Easter to you and yours!

LL said...

Happy Easter, LSP. The acting sergeant called to talk, but I'm engaged with family, etc. I'll get back to him once I've returned to the mine.

Meanwhile, please give the Dallas contingent of the DLC my very best on this holiest of days.

LSP said...

Happy Easter, Borepatch!

LSP said...

And to you, NFO!

LSP said...

He was feeling a bit ticked off at having to work on Easter day, LL...

Dallas DLC send their best, and Happy Easter!