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Tag Archives: bridal mysticism
Heavenly Salem
Here’s an early Christian hymn, sung at the dedication of church buildings. For my Protestant friends, it’s kind of like “The Church’s One Foundation” (S. J. Stone, 1866) — only better. Blessed City Blessèd city, heavenly Salem, vision dear of … Continue reading
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Tagged anthems, bridal mysticism, Christianity, Hymns, Latin, Poetry, urban dwelling
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An Easter Psalm
Psalm 45 Of the King of heavenly beauty I will sing an anthem rare: Lily of the Valley is he, Fairer than our flesh is fair. Where He is, the sweetness fully Of all graces gathers there. Gird Thyself with … Continue reading
Wounded
I must and shall be wounded. Why? Because my groom, My saviour, has been found with many a bleeding wound. But why must I be wounded? I cannot abide If we be too unlike, the bridegroom and the bride. ~ … Continue reading
Posted in Angelus Silesius, Holy Week, Translations
Tagged bridal mysticism, Christianity, Holy Week, Poetry
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