Thursday, November 20, 2008

Midnight Rendezvous

Sometimes I'll get up at night when I can't sleep or am just restless and knit and spend time with God. It's been awhile and I think I missed a few times that I should have done it.

Last night I had a brief but very neat rendezvous. The phrase "Come life with me and be my love" flittered through my head. I know this poem, and I tried to recite it in my head. And then, I remembered the title, "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love." How appropriate! I never thought of the poem that way before, with God as the passionate shepherd, wooing us to love him.

When I read through the poem a couple of times, it seems to be more of a poem of just being together and enjoying creation. No task or to-do list, only just be and learn to love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle:

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold:

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.


Jen said...

love your heart
love your post

Jen said...

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