You’ve set reflections of your glory’s fire,
O Lord, in human faces you have made,
And I have written verse that called them fair
And called them “my beloved” with my sighs,
Then feeling—as I thought—my highest joys
When I but shared a hall, and breath, with them.
But surely all this glory came from you;
To you alone should heights of praise be given,
And fervent love be offered first to you.
For now I would repent me of this sin—
That I have loved, in deeds of thought and word,
These images above Whom they reflect,
The creature over her Creator-Lord.
Forgive my errant foolishness, O Lord,
And teach me always to lift up my gaze
And find delight in best and clearest form
In you alone, as I was made to do.
I wrote this in a few stages a couple of weeks ago, starting after my family sang “Fairest Lord Jesus” as our evening hymn. I decided to post it today, as somewhat suitable to both of the two previous days, Ash Wednesday and St. Valentine’s Day.
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This poem is also mirrored on my wiki.
- “Evening Prayer” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- “A new star heralds” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Archive Conclusions, Poetry Book Update (shinecycle.wordpress.com)