The Search

Whither, O, whither art thou fled,

My Lord, my Love?

My searches are my daily bread;

Yet never prove.

My knees pierce th’earth, mine eies the skie;

And yet the sphere

And centre both to me denie

That thou art there.

Yet can I mark how herbs below

Grow green and gay,

As if to meet thee they did know,

While I decay.

Yet can I mark how starres above

Simper and shine,

As having keyes unto they love,

While poore I pine.

I sent a sigh to seek thee out,

Deep drawn in pain,

Wing’d like an arrow: but my scout

Returns in vain.

I tun’d another (having store)

Into a grone;

Because the search was dumbe before:

But all was one.

Lord, dost thou some new fabrick mold

Which favour winnes,

And keeps thee present, leaving th’ old

Unto their sinnes?

Where is my God? what hidden place

Conceals thee still?

What covert dare eclipse thy face?

Is it thy will?

O let not that of any thing;

Let rather brasse,

Or steel, or mountains be thy ring,

And I will passe.

Thy will such an intrenching is,

As passeth thought:

To it all strength, all subtilties

Are things of nought.

Thy will such a strange distance is,

As that to it

East and West touch, the poles do kisse,

And parallels meet.

Since then my grief must be as large,

As is thy space,

Thy distance from me; see my charge,

Lord, see my case.

O take these barres, these lengths away;

Turn, and restore me:

Be not Almightie, let me say,

Against, but for me.

When thou dost turn, and wilt be neare;

What edge so keen,

What point so piercing can appeare

To come between?

For as thy absence doth excell

All distance known:

So doth thy nearenesse bear the bell,

Making two one.

— George Herbert

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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?

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