Monday, August 07, 2006

Poetry of St. Teresa of Avila, volume two

1.

Let mine eyes see thee, sweet Jesus of Nazereth
Let mine eyes see thee, and then see death.
Let them see that can, Roses and Jessamine,
Seeing thy face more fair, all blossom are theirin.
Flower of seraphin, sweet Jesus of Nazereth.
Let mine eyes see thee, and then see death.
Nothing I require, where my Jesus is;
Anguish all desire, saving only this;
All my help is his, He only succoureth.
Let mine eyes see thee, and then see death.



2.

For you I live and come to be -
What would you like done with me?

Sovereign, awful majesty,
Knowing all eternity -
Goodness, gracious to my soul,
Highness, godhead, one and whole,
Look at this nonentity
Singing of hre love for thee -
What would you like done with me?

I am yours, because you made me,
Yours, because you then redeemed me,
Yours, because you suffered for me,
Yours, because you clamored for me,
Yours, because you did not lose me,
What would you like done with me?

What commands then, good my lord,
By such a creature should be done?
Or what office have I won,
Being but a slave abhorred?
Can't you see me, my sweet one?
Me, my sweet one, can't you see
What would you like done with me?

Right here is my heart, you see,
Lo, I put it in your hand,
My body, soul, all I command,
My entrails and my loving thee.
Redeemer sweet who married me,
Since I gave my all for thee,
What would you like done with me?

Give me life or give me death.
Give me honor, give me shame.
War or peace, it's all the same.
Give me sickness, give me health
Weakness, strength, I won't complain.
Come what may, I'll let it be.
What would you like done with me?

Give me wealth or poverty,
Give me rest or anguish fell,
Give me sadness, give me glee,
Give me heaven, give me hell.
Light of life, pray hear me tell
How I surrendered all for thee.
What would you like done with me?

If you will, teach me to pray.
If not, give me aridity.
From all good things your praise I'll say -
Or else give me sterility.
O thou sovereign majesty,
Peace I find alone in thee.
What would you like done with me?

Wisdom give me if you will,
Or if you choose, give igonorance.
Give me wealthy circumstance,
Or give me thirst and hunger still.
Give me Shade or light until
I'm tossed about unceasingly.
What would you like done with me?

If you command, at rest I lie,
For your love's sake I'll idle be.
Or if my my labor's your decree
Working hard I want to die.
Tell me, "Where I and how and why?"
Sweetest love, I ask of thee.
What would you like done with me?

Give Tabor or Calvary,
Desert or the fruitful earth.
Be I Job in his sad dearth
Or John at bosom sucking free.
Perhaps I'll flourish gracefully,
Or sterile stay, if such must be -
What would you like done with me?

Be I Joseph, cast in jail,
Or Joseph, lord of Egypt's shore,
Be I David, punished sore,
Or David, king whom all men hail.
Be I Jonah in the whale,
Or Jonah safe, miraculously
Wht would you lie done with me?

Be I silent, be I speaking,
Bearing fruit or bearing naught,
Let the Law show forth my fault,
Or Gospel soothe, if such you're seeking.
Be I gay, or by pain caught,
I only live when I'm with thee!
What would you like done with me?

For I live and come to be -
What would you like done with me?

3. ok, This is the poem I wrote imitating Teresa of Avila's poetry. While I did use her as a starting point, I still think it has a very "sarah" voice. This poem is a little more personal than most I write, so be kind!
Lord, I know your love is great,
and your teachings are right .
I’ve heard the message of salvation
and yet I am scared of night.
That eternal night,
when we all must die,
Why can’t we know what happens,
Why can’t You tell us, why?
And yet I still kneel and pray,
asking for your light.
Your hand comes down and comforts me,
makes everything allright.
But the dark of the night
Is not my greatest fear.
It’s that my fear of night
will take You far from here.
But my God, You never leave,
You’re always in my soul.
My light in dark,
My strength when weak
You never leave your goal.
So even in the darkest night,
I’ll look to You for light.
My light in dark,
My strength when weak,
In faith I’ll have no fright.

2 Comments:

Blogger Brad said...

I think my appreciation of St. Teresa of Avila has grown about 100 times this summer. Thanks for posting those. Also, the poem you wrote was great.

4:32 PM  
Blogger Sean Nolan said...

mmmmmm.... poetry

7:31 PM  

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