Life poems

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Mortification

© George Herbert

How soon doth man decay!
When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets
To swaddle infants, whose young breath
Scarce knows the way;
Those clouts are little winding-sheets,
Which do consign and send them unto Death.

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Repentance

© George Herbert

Lord, I confess my sin is great;
Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat
With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany bloom;
Whose life still pressing
Is one undressing,
A steady aiming at a tomb.

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Aaron

© George Herbert

Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.

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The Windows

© George Herbert

Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word?
He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
This glorious and transcendent place,
To be a window, through thy grace.

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Life

© George Herbert

I made a posie, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But time did becken to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away
And wither'd in my hand.

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A Wreath

© George Herbert

A wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes,
My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live,

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Man's Medley

© George Herbert

Hark, how the birds do sing,
And woods do ring!
All creatures have their joy, and man hath his.
Yet if we rightly measure,
Man's joy and pleasure
Rather hereafter than in present is.

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Easter

© George Herbert

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may'st rise:
That, as his death calcin?d thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

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The Sacrifice

© George Herbert

Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
To me, who took eyes that I might you find:
Was ever grief like mine?

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H. Baptism

© George Herbert

As he that sees a dark and shady grove,
Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky;
So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove
More backward still, and to that water fly,

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Good Friday

© George Herbert

O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?

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The Pearl

© George Herbert

The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man,
seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one,
sold all that he had and bought it.—Matthew 13.45

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The Collar

© George Herbert

I struck the board, and cried "No more!
I will abroad.
What, shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free; free as the road,

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Peace

© George Herbert

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

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Studio Composition

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

Cup of WordsCrystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
Words of Lennon mixed
In a clay Klee fish bowl

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A Spirit Shows me the Year 2332

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

There is a great darkness coming.
The betrayers of lineage.
Their savior

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magic to change the world

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

there is enough magic here
inside this one word
to change our world forever

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An Epithet for the Dead Poet

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

I dance to his testimonial
in the heat of the night.
I dance to his living death.

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The Teacher Speaks to a Crowd in New Jersey

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

The man who walks beside the prophet
visits me in my dreams.
Tells me that they will continue to
give us everything we need

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i waited and watched

© Joseph Mayo Wristen

street wizard glass stone hip idealist
smoking their bed time flower
beads into sky cat city café’ park music