When God Doesn’t Seem to Be Listening

 

Matthias Stom, "Old Woman Praying" (c 1640)

Spiritual Sunday

Do you ever feel as though you are praying into a void?  As though either God isn’t there to hear you or you aren’t praying in a way to make connection?  It’s a preoccupation of my favorite religious poet, 17th century Anglican vicar George Herbert.  An essay by Jennifer Michael at the University of the South has given me a new way to look at the issue.

In an article in the Sewanee Theological Review*, Jennifer points out that the words we use to pray always feel inadequate.  Herbert’s words take him to the “contemplative silence” that lies beyond words and it is into this silence that God steps.  Herbert feels the agony of of how the words come up short, but Jennifer argues that his agony in the end is a good thing.  In feeling wounded by what he perceives as his inadequate response to God’s call, Herbert learns to be humble.  Only when his pride is broken down does he find God.

Keep this process in mind as you read “Longing,” a Herbert poem that Jennifer alerted me to. It is an agonized cry from someone who feels that he’s not being heard.  “Shall he that made the ear/Not hear?” he asks:

Longing

By George Herbert

With sick and famished eyes,
With doubling knees and weary bones,
To thee my cries,
To thee my groans,
To thee my sighs, my tears ascend:
No end?

My throat, my soul is hoarse;
My heart is withered like a ground
Which thou dost curse.
My thoughts turn round,
And make me giddy; Lord, I fall,
Yet call.

From thee all pity flows.
Mothers are kind, because thou art,
And dost dispose
To them a part:
Their infants, them; and they suck thee
More free.

Bowels of pity, hear!
Lord of my soul, love of my mind,
Bow down thine eare!
Let not the wind
Scatter my words, and in the same
Thy name!

Look on my sorrows round!
Mark well my furnace! O what flames,
What heats abound!
What griefs, what shames!
Consider, Lord; Lord, bow thine ear,
And hear!

Lord Jesu, thou didst bow
Thy dying head upon the tree:
O be not now
More dead to me!
Lord hear! Shall he that made the ear,
Not hear?

Behold, thy dust doth stir,
It moves, it creeps, it aims at thee:
Wilt thou defer
To succor me,
Thy pile of dust, wherein each crumb
Says, Come?

To thee help appertains.
Hast thou left all things to their course,
And laid the reins
Upon the horse?
Is all locked? hath a sinners’ plea
No key?

Indeed the world’s thy book,
Where all things have their leaf assigned:
Yet a meek look
Hath interlined.
Thy board is full, yet humble guests
Find nests.

Thou tarriest, while I die,
And fall to nothing: thou dost reign,
And rule on high,
While I remain
In bitter grief; yet am I still
Thy childe.

Lord, didst thou leave thy throne,
Not to relieve? how can it be,
That thou art grown
Thus hard to me?
Were sin alive, good cause there were
To bear.

But now both sin is dead,
And all thy promises live and bide.
That wants his head;
These speak and chide,
And in thy bosom pour my tears,
As theirs.

Lord JESU, hear my heart,
Which hath been broken now so long,
That ev’ry part
Hath got a tongue!
Thy beggars grow; rid them away
Today.

My love, my sweetness, hear!
By these thy feet, at which my heart
Lies all the year,
Pluck out thy dart,
And heal my troubled breast which cries,
Which dies.

To repeat, Jennifer says that wound opened by the prayer expressed in “Longing” is precisely the space into which God can enter. She does acknowledge, however, that this poem ends more uncomfortably than some.

For instance, in “Denial,” which has the same theme (I’ve posted on it here), Herbert doesn’t end with dying but with a vision of hope, captured in the concluding rhyme:

O cheer and tune my heartless breast,
Defer no time;
That so thy favors granting my request,
They and my mind may chime,
And mend my rime.

Anyway, next time you are worried that you are just mouthing a prayer rather than really meaning it, be reassured. As Jennifer writes, “Prayer for Herbert seems a way of schooling the speech of the tongue so that it is fit to taste of the mystery.”  You can’t be schooled if you feel you know it all already.

 

*Jennifer’s article, “Silence and ‘Wounded Speech’ in Herbert’s Poetry,” appeared in Sewanee Theological Review’s issue on Literature and Christianity (52:4, Michaelmas 2009).

Go here to subscribe to the weekly newsletter summarizing the week’s posts. Your e-mail address will be kept confidential.

This entry was posted in Herbert (George) and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Comments are closed, but you can leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

  • AVAILABLE NOW!

  • Literature is as vital to our lives as food and shelter. Stories and poems help us work through the challenges we face, from everyday irritations to loneliness, heartache, and death. Literature is meant to mix it up with life. This website explores how it does so.

    Please feel free to e-mail me [rrbates (at) smcm (dot) edu]. I would be honored to hear your thoughts and questions about literature.

  • Sign up for weekly newsletter

    Your email will not be shared or sold.
    * = required field

    powered by MailChimp!
  • Twitter Authentication data is incomplete