A sonnet for Trinity Sunday

Posted on June 7, 2009


To God the Father

Great God, within whose simple essence we
Nothing but that which is thyself can find:
When on thyself thou did’st reflect thy mind
Thy thought was God, which took the form of thee:
And when this God thus born, thou lov’st, and he
Loved thee again, with passion of like kind,
(As lovers’ sighs, which meet, become one wind)
Both breathed one spright of equal deity.
Eternal father, whence these two do come
And wil’st the title of my father have,
As heavenly knowledge in my mind engrave,
That it thy son’s true image may become:
And cense my heart with sighs of holy Love,
That it the temple of the spright may prove.

Henry Constable (1562-1613)

(A better doctrine of the Trinity than can be found in most current dogmatics, combined with warm-hearted devotion; and all in perfect Petrarchan form; what more could you ask for?!)

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