Julian of Norwich (1342―1416) is a mystic and theologian known almost exclusively through her writings, which are the earliest-surviving works in English by a woman. It is not even certain that her name was Julian, for that may have come from St. Julian’s Church in Norwich, where she lived most of her life as an anchoress.
Her story is that on the eighth of May, 1373, while she was believed to be on her deathbed, a curate, holding a crucifix above the foot of her bed was administering to her the last rites. Staring at the crucifix she began to lose her sight, and saw Jesus beginning to bleed. From this beginning she received sixteen visions of Christ.
The following excerpt, although not originally set out as poetry, has been placed in stanzas on the page to emphasize the poetic quality of Julian’s writings.
from Showings or Revelations of Divine Love
And in this he showed me a little thing
the quantity of a hazelnut,
lying in the palm of my hand, as it seemed.
And it was as round as any ball.
I looked upon it with the eye of my understanding,
and thought, ‘What may this be?’
And it was answered generally thus,
“It is all that is made.”
I marvelled how it might last,
for I thought it might
suddenly have fallen to nothing
for littleness.
And I was answered in my understanding:
It lasts and ever shall, for God loves it.
And so have all things their beginning
by the love of God.
In this little thing I saw three properties.
The first is that God made it.
The second that God loves it.
And the third, that God keeps it.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the author of five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021, Cascade) ― a book of poems written from the point-of-view of angels. His books are available through Wipf & Stock.
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Monday, August 1, 2022
Gerhard Tersteegen
Gerhard Tersteegen (1697―1769) is a German Pietist poet, and writer. He was influential through his sermons, hymns, poems, letters, and “reflections” ― some of which have been translated into English.
In his youth he had wanted to study theology, but couldn’t afford the tuition so he became apprenticed to a merchant. This didn’t suit him, so he worked on his own as a weaver in an isolated cottage where he would better be able to search for God. He read theological books, and became well-respected as a lay theologian. In 1727 his pursuit of solitude took a surprising turn. A revival took place and people started coming to him for spiritual guidance. He hosted home worship and prayer meetings, and became an itinerant preacher.
In addition to his own writing, Tersteegen translated French mystics and Julian of Norwich into German. Some of his hymns were translated into English by John Wesley.
The following poems are from The Spiritual Flower Garden as translated by Bill C. Hensel.
[Says] Jesus to the Soul (Part 1)
Oh, do not be disturbed, my child;
remain in your inner solitude,
with a gentle and quiet spirit
and undeluded senses.
Let come what may,
but guard your peace.
Nothing is worth
your disturbance,
for I, Jesus, am in you.
What good will the world
and all its devils
do for you?
Have peace in me
that I may rest
in you.
[Says] Jesus to the Soul (Part II)
You speak to me
that I might come to you
and prepare you;
now, stretch forth your hands
and let me make it so!
Your own will,
your own worry
your own striving,
your own work ―
all of this disturbs your peace
and makes it so that I
cannot work in you.
Only behold the little flowers
in clear, Summer weather:
they keep very still
then open their petals.
So the Sun shines upon them
and works its gentle way
and this, too, is what I would do
if only you would let me.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the author of five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021, Cascade) ― a book of poems written from the point-of-view of angels. His books are available through Wipf & Stock.
In his youth he had wanted to study theology, but couldn’t afford the tuition so he became apprenticed to a merchant. This didn’t suit him, so he worked on his own as a weaver in an isolated cottage where he would better be able to search for God. He read theological books, and became well-respected as a lay theologian. In 1727 his pursuit of solitude took a surprising turn. A revival took place and people started coming to him for spiritual guidance. He hosted home worship and prayer meetings, and became an itinerant preacher.
In addition to his own writing, Tersteegen translated French mystics and Julian of Norwich into German. Some of his hymns were translated into English by John Wesley.
The following poems are from The Spiritual Flower Garden as translated by Bill C. Hensel.
[Says] Jesus to the Soul (Part 1)
Oh, do not be disturbed, my child;
remain in your inner solitude,
with a gentle and quiet spirit
and undeluded senses.
Let come what may,
but guard your peace.
Nothing is worth
your disturbance,
for I, Jesus, am in you.
What good will the world
and all its devils
do for you?
Have peace in me
that I may rest
in you.
[Says] Jesus to the Soul (Part II)
You speak to me
that I might come to you
and prepare you;
now, stretch forth your hands
and let me make it so!
Your own will,
your own worry
your own striving,
your own work ―
all of this disturbs your peace
and makes it so that I
cannot work in you.
Only behold the little flowers
in clear, Summer weather:
they keep very still
then open their petals.
So the Sun shines upon them
and works its gentle way
and this, too, is what I would do
if only you would let me.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the author of five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021, Cascade) ― a book of poems written from the point-of-view of angels. His books are available through Wipf & Stock.
Monday, July 18, 2022
Sarah Law
Sarah Law is a London poet who grew up in Norwich and once worked in the Julian Centre, next door to St Julian's Church. Her natural interest in the medieval anchoress Julian of Norwich was a starting point for further investigations into Christian mystics.
She is the author of several poetry collections, including her sixth: Thérèse (2020, Paraclete) in which she shares her poetic reflections on the life and writings of the Carmelite nun Thérèse of Lisieux (1873―1897). Marjorie Maddox calls the book “A biography-in-verse that brims with beauty, pain, insight, and humility…”
Sarah Law teaches at the Open University, and is editor for the online journal Amethyst Review, which focuses on new writing engaging with the sacred. Her new novel Sketches from a Sunlit Heaven is soon to appear from Wipf & Stock Publishers.
Grace Drifts Down Like Dust
Grace drifts down like dust
over the soul’s rough rocks,
settles in its crevices, scintilla
where even the light is blocked –
grace like fine flour sifting through
a grille to the lumpen heart.
I sit in the back pew (sunshine shears
into the evening church) and see
that motes are always falling –
each particle is gentler than confetti,
hallowing the human, the unready;
its glinting traces bless us unawares.
Grace is manna for an outpost life,
is unconditional and borderless –
there is only the reception of its calling,
all I can do is raise my empty hands.
Posted with permission of the poet.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the author of five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021, Cascade) ― a book of poems written from the point-of-view of angels. His books are available through Wipf & Stock.
She is the author of several poetry collections, including her sixth: Thérèse (2020, Paraclete) in which she shares her poetic reflections on the life and writings of the Carmelite nun Thérèse of Lisieux (1873―1897). Marjorie Maddox calls the book “A biography-in-verse that brims with beauty, pain, insight, and humility…”
Sarah Law teaches at the Open University, and is editor for the online journal Amethyst Review, which focuses on new writing engaging with the sacred. Her new novel Sketches from a Sunlit Heaven is soon to appear from Wipf & Stock Publishers.
Grace Drifts Down Like Dust
Grace drifts down like dust
over the soul’s rough rocks,
settles in its crevices, scintilla
where even the light is blocked –
grace like fine flour sifting through
a grille to the lumpen heart.
I sit in the back pew (sunshine shears
into the evening church) and see
that motes are always falling –
each particle is gentler than confetti,
hallowing the human, the unready;
its glinting traces bless us unawares.
Grace is manna for an outpost life,
is unconditional and borderless –
there is only the reception of its calling,
all I can do is raise my empty hands.
Posted with permission of the poet.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the author of five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021, Cascade) ― a book of poems written from the point-of-view of angels. His books are available through Wipf & Stock.
Monday, January 16, 2012
T.S. Eliot*
T.S. Eliot is the only poet to be both featured in my copy of The Norton Anthology of English Literature, and its American counterpart. He was born in St. Louis in 1888, but moved to London — becoming a British citizen in 1927. He is such a significant figure that both nations claim him as their own. Perhaps Eliot’s greatest accomplishment is Four Quartets — four related, but separate poems published over a six-year period. They deal with the connection of time and eternity — of Chronos (linear time) and Kairos (“the timeless moment”). Like in Eliot’s early works, the poem connects to numerous earlier writings — such as, in this case, to the early Greek philosopher Heraclitus, the scriptural account of Pentecost, a Hindu text, and the Christian mystics John of The Cross and Julian of Norwich. He also makes allusions to both Milton and Dante.
The fourth section of Four Quartets, “Little Gidding” was published in 1942.
from Four Quartets (Little Gidding IV)
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
---Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre—
---To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
---We only live, only suspire
---Consumed by either fire or fire.
*This is the second Kingdom Poets post about T.S. Eliot: first post, third post, fourth post.
Entry written by D.S. Martin. He is the award-winning author of the poetry collections Poiema (Wipf & Stock) and So The Moon Would Not Be Swallowed (Rubicon Press). They are both available at: www.dsmartin.ca
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