Monday, April 23, 2012

being, being, being

The poem below, about being in love, is speaking to me and for me, though of course it's imperfect for that use, coming from a unique and distinct soul, with his own lonely knowings and loves.

Imperfect, but skilled and helpful, and conveying so much of the humanity that belongs to all of us. Love. God Is Love, and if we do any of this work that is the verb to love it is by His grace. If we feel anything like love coming to us or flowing from us, it is the Holy Spirit, for He fills all things.

The poem might be primarily about romantic love, which is inconstant -- not that most of us don't fail to be steadfast in all our loves. In the second stanza the lover declares his constancy, and in the last admits that his love is "in a moment gone."

But I can't help feeling the effusion and mystery of divine Love in it, and am reminded of Christ's teaching that we ought to first love our God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength. Isn't all love, whether we are giving or taking, essentially God sharing His Life with us and among us, the Love of the Holy Trinity? He uses people to do it, but after all, we find out that it was The Lord.

IN LOVE FOR LONG

I’ve been in love for long
With what I cannot tell
And will contrive a song
For the intangible
That has no mold or shape,
From which there’s no escape.

It is not even a name,
Yet is all constancy;
Tried or untried, the same,
It cannot part from me;
A breath, yet as still
As the established hill.

It is not any thing,
And yet all being is;
Being, being, being,
Its burden and its bliss.
How can I ever prove
What it is I love?

This happy happy love
Is sieged with crying sorrows,
Crushed beneath and above
Between todays and morrows;
A little paradise
Held in the world’s vice.

And there it is content
And careless as a child,
And in imprisonment
Flourishes sweet and wild;
In wrong, beyond wrong,
All the world’s day long.

This love a moment known
For what I do not know
And in a moment gone
Is like the happy doe
That keeps its perfect laws
Between the tiger’s paws
And vindicates its cause.

~ Edwin Muir

4 comments:

Anastasia said...

This is lovely!

E Helena E said...

A beautiful poem and post.

Pom Pom said...

Hi Gretchen Joanna!
I especially love the last stanza!

Lorrie said...

Lovely poem.