Category Archives: Divine Riddles

The Great Hides in the Small

The circle’s in the point, the fruit is in the seed: Seek God within the world, and you are wise indeed. ~ Angelus Silesius, CW IV. 158

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What Love?

What love is this of thine, that cannot be In thine infinity, O Lord, confined, Unless it in thy very person see Infinity, and finity, conjoined? What! Hath thy Godhead, as not satisfied, Married our manhood, making it its bride? … Continue reading

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Prayer (I)

Prayer the church’s banquet, angels’ age, God’s breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth: Engine against the Almighty, sinners’ tower, Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear, The six-days … Continue reading

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Seraphim

O man, I’m nobler far than all the Seraphim. What they are, I’ll become. They can’t be what I am. ~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann IV.145

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A Grain of Sand

Why can’t we see our God within the world at hand? It strains the eye too much. The world’s a grain of sand. ~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann VI.262

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God’s Alter-Ego

I am God’s other self. He finds in me alone What’s most eternally alike unto His own. ~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann I.278

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I am as God, and God as I

God is as small as I, I am as great as He; I can’t be under Him, nor He be over me. ~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann I.10

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Without me, no God

God can’t live without me – an instant at the most: If I went out of being, He’d give up the ghost. ~ Angelus Silesius, Cherubinischer Wandersmann I.8 *       *       *       *       * … Continue reading

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Life and Death

I.30. There’s no such thing as death. I don’t believe in death. I die each day and find Each time a better life than what I left behind. I.31. The Everlasting Death To God I live and die. To live … Continue reading

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The Question

This poem seems suitable for Eastertide.  It’s out of the files, perhaps from 10 years ago.  I think it was written under the influence of sixteenth-century pastoral poetry–Raleigh, Spenser, and the like–with a good bit of nineteenth-century Blake thrown in.  I … Continue reading

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