Spiritual Sunday – Father’s Day
Since today is Father’s Day, I share a George Herbert poem that, while it is addressed to God, captures a familiar familial situation: which is to say, a child’s rebellion against a father that appears to demand too much.
What I love about “The Collar” is that, no matter how “fierce and wild” the rebellion becomes, God’s love is constant. Somehow, in the midst of his temper tantrum, the speaker hears God calling out as if to a child who has been lost. I imagine this child to be the one described in William Blake’s poem “The Little Boy Found”:
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wand’ring light,
Began to cry, but God ever nigh,
Appeard like his father in white.
He kissed the child & by the hand led
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, thro’ the lonely dale
Her little boy weeping sought.
Herbert’s speaker, who is just as lost, receives the same reassurance:
The Collar
I struck the board, and cried, “No more;
I will abroad!
What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free, free as the road,
Loose as the wind, as large as store.
Shall I be still in suit?
Have I no harvest but a thorn
To let me blood, and not restore
What I have lost with cordial fruit?
Sure there was wine
Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn
Before my tears did drown it.
Is the year only lost to me?
Have I no bays to crown it,
No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted?
All wasted?
Not so, my heart; but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.
Recover all thy sigh-blown age
On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit and not. Forsake thy cage,
Thy rope of sands,
Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away! take heed;
I will abroad.
Call in thy death’s-head there; tie up thy fears;
He that forbears
To suit and serve his need
Deserves his load.”
But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,
Methought I heard one calling, Child!
And I replied My Lord.
The Father’s love is constant. On that you can rely.