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Meditation One by Edward Taylor

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I wanted to share this poem with you. I read it today in my English class and really loved it. I think Countess might like it; Edward Taylor is considered to be the best of Puritan poets and his style is very much like the style of Donne and George Herbert.

Meditation One
What love is this of Thine, that cannot be
In Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,
Unless it in They very Person see
Infinity and finity conjoined?
What! hath Thy godhead, as not satisfied,
Married our manhood, making it its bride?

Oh, matchless love! filling heaven to the brim!
O'errunning it, all running o'er beside
This world! Nay, overflowing hell, wherein
For Thine elect there rose a mighty tide!
That there our veins might through Thy Person bleed
To quench those flames that else would on us feed.

Oh! that my love might overflow my heart
To fire the same with love! For love I would,
But oh! my straitened breat! my lifeless spark!
My fireless flame! What chilly love and cold!
In measure small! in manner chilly! See!
Lord, blow the coal, Thy love enflame in me


Thank you so much, everyone, for encouraging me in my last entry. Believe it or not, Monday I learned that I actually have a college assessment test coming up; I'll do it either Saturday or sometime in December.

This time I laughed. It is indeed in God's hands, where it belongs. If at the end of each test I can say that I did my best by God's grace, then I have succeeded. I really have nothing to complain about. Especially since it's going to get worse before it gets better!

It's not that studying and schoolwork is taking up all my free time. No. I still have free time. What I resent is that my mind is no longer my own. It is owned completely by SAT test and co. But it is all passing anyway. And college'll be worth it.

Recently I was thinking about my life and the possible directions it could go.

I don't know what God has in store for me but the two obvious ways are these: I go through college and graduate with, tentatively, a Master's in Library Science and a Bachelors (I'm leaning towards a higher degree here) in English. Then I become either a librarian or get some teaching credentials and teach English in college. I would love that.

OR, I could go to college and end up getting married right after I graduate. Then I'd be a happily married woman with children and hardly any time to read. But I'd love that too.

Then again, God may have different things entirely in store for me. In any event, it is firmly in His hands.
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  1. Countess's Avatar
    I like the poem. Have you read Gerald Manley Hopkins yet? He's one of my favorite poets and has greatly influenced me (esp his alliteration, which I adore):

    THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
    Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
    Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; 5
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
    Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

    And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; 10
    And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
    Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
  2. Shurtugal's Avatar
    remeber, andya, "do your best, and you shall succed in trying."