Journeying with God, through many traditions.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Ode to a Human Soul

It descended upon thee from out of the regions above,
That exalted, ineffable, glorious, heavenly Dove.
Twas concealed from the eyes of all those who its nature would ken
Yet it wears not a veil, and is ever apparent to men.
Unwilling it sought thee and joined thee, and yet, though it grieve,
It is like to be still more unwilling thy body to leave.
It resisted and struggled, and would not be tamed in haste,
Yet it joined thee, and slowly grew used to this desolate waste,
Till, forgotten at length, as I ween, ere hounds and its troth
In the heavenly gardens and groves, which to leave it was loath.

Until, when it entered the D of its downward Descent,
And to ear, to the C of its centre, unwillingly went,
The eye of (I) infirmity smote it, and lo, it was hurled
Midst the sign-posts and ruined abodes of this desolate world.
It weeps, when it thinks of its home and the peace it possessed,
With tears welling forth from its eyes without pausing or rest,
And with plaintive mourning it broodeth like one bereft
O'er such trace of its home as the fourfold winds have left.

Thick nets detain it, and strong is the cage whereby
It is held from seeking the lofty and spacious sky.
Until, when the hour of its homeward flight draws near,
And 'tis time for it to return to its ampler sphere,
It carols with joy, for the veil is raised, and it spies
Such things as cannot be witnessed by waking eyes.
On a lofty height doth it warble its songs of praise
(For even the lowliest of being doth knowledge raise).
And so it returneth, aware of all hidden things
In the universe, while no stain to its garment clings.



Now why from its perch on high was it cast like this
To the lowest Nadir's gloomy and drear abyss?
Was it God who cast it forth for some purpose wise,
Concealed from the keenest seeker's inquiring eyes?

Then is its descent a disciple wise but stern,
That the things that it hath not heard it thus may learn.
So 'tis she whom Fate doth plunder, while her star
Setteth at length in a place from its rising far,
Like a gleam of lightning which over the meadows shone,
And, as though it ne'er had been, in a moment is gone.

Ibn Sina

1 comment:

  1. Hi SuzyQ! I read your lovely comment on my blog, and knew I had visited you too. But you have four blogs!! I couldn't figure out which one I had visited, so I landed here. I am truly losing my mind...

    I love your blog here! Especially the saints listed on your header. (You really need St. Cecilia, but we'll talk about that later! LOL!)

    Ah...the false self. I just went to a day long conference on just that subject today. Fr. Albert Haase gave it, it was so great! I think I was destined to find this blog today!

    Great to meet you!
    Ceil

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