Classic Christian Poetry - George Herbert (1593-1633)

George Herbert (1593-1633)

Easter Wings

         Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

             Though foolishly he lost the same,

                 Decaying more and more,

                     Till he became

                          Most poore:

                          With thee

                      O let me rise

                  As larks, harmoniously,

              And sing this day thy victories:

           Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

           My tender age in sorrow did beginne

               And still with sicknesses and shame.

                   Thou didst so punish sinne,

                       That I became

                           Most thinne.

                           With thee

                       Let me combine,

                    And feel thy victorie:

                  For, if I imp my wing on thine,

            Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

*Turned counter clockwise, these should appear to be two sets of wings in flight…yours and the Lords!