St. Augustine, George Herbert, and Charlotte Bronte all write about spiritual restlessness.
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Tag Archives: George Herbert
Herbert & Bronte on Spiritual Restlessness
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The God of Love My Shepherd Is
George Herbert rewrites the 23rd psalm in subtle ways, turning the Lord in the “God of Love” and filling the cup with the eucharist.
A Divine Stairway of Sharp Angles
Levertov uses to story of Jacob’s Ladder to describe the miracle of poetry.
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Broken in Pieces All Asunder
Flannery O’Connor, like George Herbert, found her Christian faith regularly challenged by deep despair.
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Here Is No Water but Only Rock
Dry rocks have functioned as images of spiritual desolation throughout the history of Good Friday poetry.
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Becoming Intimate with God
As George Herbert and Fiona Sampson make clear, partaking in the eucharist feat is our way of becoming intimate with God.
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The Cleanness of Sweet Abstinence
Herbert paradoxically describes Lent as a “dear Feast” in which we can revel.
Come, My Light, My Feast, My Strength
In “The Call,” George Herbert opens himself to God’s love with a confidence not found in many of his poems.
When God’s Call Feels Like a Burden
“Collar” works as a triple pun—a clerical collar, a prisoner’s collar, and “choler.” Why, for all that I have done, am I only harvesting a thorn, George Herbert cries out in the poem by that name. Why am I still standing in suit to God when I could simply turn my back on it all?