Monday Morning Poetry, March 27

Personal Relationship?

 

Though we never met,

though we lived four centuries apart,

though from different countries and denominations,

we have a personal relationship.

 

The distant one – a poet – George Herbert;

the contemporary – a lover of poetry – ’tis I.

 

For years I’ve carried in my heart,

put in my soul’s library Herbert’s poetry.

Every morning I recite his “Matins,”

often in religious dryness.

I pray over and over “Trinity Sunday,”

and when my faith is weak “Love III.”

 

Though we have never “met,”

we are dear friends and have shared much.