The Evening Office with Poetry



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Saint Benedict


THE EVENING OFFICE with Poetry.  “Lighten our darkness we beseech thee, O Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night: for the love of thine only Son, our Savior Jesus Christ.  Amen

Another poem by Christina Rossetti whose life and work we commemorate tonight.


HAVE no wit, no words, no tears;

My heart within me like a stone
Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall–the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
“A Better Resurrection” is reprinted from Goblin Market and other Poems. Christina Rossetti. Cambridge: Macmillan, 1862.



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