The agonie george herbert6/6/2023 ![]() Love is that liquor sweet and most divine, To hunt his cruel food through every vein.Īnd taste that juice, which on the cross a pike Sin is that Press and Vice, which forceth pain Yet few there are that sound them Sin and Love.Ī man, so wrung with pains, that all his hair, The which to measure it doth more behove: Walk’d with a staff to heaven, and traced fountains (Quoted from Gene Veith)įathom’d the depths of seas, of states, and kings, Today is Maundy Thursday, arguably the climax of our Lord’s earthly ministry, the day He washed His disciple’s feet, gave them the mandate (thus, “maundy”) to love one another, instituted the Sacrament of Holy Communion, experienced agony in the garden, gave His high priestly prayer for his disciples and for all who would later believe (us), was betrayed, arrested, scourged, and abandoned.Īfter the jump, one of my favorite poems, by George Herbert, a Maundy Thursday/Good Friday poem that brings together many of these themes in an unforgettable way. ![]()
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