23 March 2014

Poetry for Lent 3: ‘Mid-Lent’ by Christina Rossetti

Is any grieved or tired? Yea, by God’s Will: 
Surely God’s Will alone is good and best: 
O weary man, in weariness take rest,
O hungry man, by hunger feast thy fill.
Discern thy good beneath a mask of ill, 
Or build of loneliness thy secret nest: 
At noon take heart, being mindful of the west, 
At night wake hope, for dawn advances still. 
At night wake hope. Poor soul, in such sore need 
Of wakening and of girding up anew, 
Hast thou that hope which fainting doth pursue? 
No saint but hath pursued and hath been faint; 
Bid love wake hope, for both thy steps shall speed, 
Still faint yet still pursuing, O thou saint.

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