September 12, 2004

Poésie de la semaine

The Holdfast

I threatened to observe the strict decree

Of my dear God with all my power and might.

But I was told by one, it could not be;

Yet I might trust in God to be my light.

Then I will trust, said I, in him alone.

Nay, ev'n to trust in him, was also his:

We must confess that nothing is our own.

Then I confess that he my succour is

But to have nought is ours, not to confess

That we have nought. I stood amazed at this,

Much troubled, till I heard a friend express,

That all things were more ours by being his.

What Adam had, and forfeited for all,

Christ keepeth now, who cannot fail or fall.

- George Herbert