Having submitted final grades my first semester teaching is complete. I had known it would be intense, but wow, what a blur! With that behind me I will fill the next couple weeks wearing out my knees playing with my kids, devouring a stack of fiction next to the bed, and swimming around in a good deal of poetry (ahhhh).
From George Herbert as I laid by the fireplace last evening: “Ungratefulness”.
Lord, with what bounty and rare clemency
Hast though redeemed us from the grave!
If thou has let us run,
Gladly had man adored the sun,
And though his god most brave;
Where now we shall be better gods than he.
Thou hast but two rare cabinets full of treasure,
The Trinity, and Incarnation:
Thou has unlocked them both,
And made them jewels to betroth
The work of thy creation
Unto thyself in everlasting pleasure.
The statelier cabinet is the Trinity,
Whose sparkling light access denies:
Therefore thou dost not show
This fully to us, till death blow
The dust into our eyes.
For by that powder thou wilt make us see.
But all thy sweets are packed up in the other;
Thy mercies thither flock and flow:
That as the first affrights,
This may allure us with delights;
Because this box we know;
For we have all of us just such another.
But man is close, reserved, and dark to thee:
When thou demandest but a heart,
He cavils instantly.
In his poor cabinet of bone
Sins have their box apart,
Defrauding thee, who gavest two for one.