Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Holy Sonnet



The following is a beautiful poem written the man pictured above, John Donne. He lived in England from 1572 – 1631. He was a poet in the Jacobean style. I am a poor alto among other much better altos in my church choir. Tonight I returned from practice where we sang a beautiful and powerful song setting this sonnet to music:


At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow

Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise

From death, you numberless infinities

Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go;

All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,

Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes

Shall behold God and never taste death's woe.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,

For if above all these my sins abound,

'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace

When we are there; here on this lowly ground

Teach me how to repent; for that's as good

As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.

~Holy Sonnet VII


One can picture the general resurrection in this verse - O what a day that will be!


3 comments:

Irene said...

A wonderful choice -- both for its art and its ecumenicity (John Donne was an apostate from the Catholic Church, and among other jobs served as Dean of St. Paul's in London)

Paul Anthony Melanson said...

The poem is beautiful. And so is the soul of the lovely Catholic lady who posted it.

God love you Sanctus Belle.

Your friend,
Paul.

marie6 said...

Hope you've had a successful trip, the poem has beautiful words.