Poetic Pause: Life Hidden
Colossians 3:3 is a beloved bit of Scripture to me. Last night, my soul in some turmoil, I turned to it. As I meditated on its truth and the joy of hiddenness, I was moved to write, “There is a quiet glory that radiates from the glowing, gasping revived, a sweet and tranquil glimmer of redemption, of resurrection, of reformation, which whispers of heaven, murmurs of a marriage feast, proclaims completeness, heralds irreversible victory, all in the hush of hiddenness, in the cool, Edenic purity of the Savior’s presence.” I figured this would be the last of my reflection on the verse for the time being.
Well, just now I was searching for some sturdy verse to post on the blog, and I discovered to my delight that George Herbert penned a poem about Colossians 3:3. (Providence! More time to soak it up!) Here it is. I adore how he plays with the idea of hiddenness.