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Two Poems for depressives by Chesterton

Evening

Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another
Why am I allowed two?

(quoted in Philip Yancey’s book, Soul Survivor; mentioned to me by Bess).

A Prayer in Darkness

This much, O heaven–if I should brood or rave,
Pity me not; but let the world be fed,
Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,
Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.

If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,
Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,
In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.

Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
If I must travail in a night of wrath,
Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.

Men say the sun was darkened: yet I had
Thought it beat brightly, even on—Calvary:
And He that hung upon the Torturing Tree
Heard all the crickets singing, and was glad.

(from A Prayer in Darkness).

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One response to “Two Poems for depressives by Chesterton

  1. Natalia July 3, 2006 at 3:48 am

    I like “Bellevue.”

    When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
    The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
    For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
    And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

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