Christ Crucified Richard Crashaw (1613-1649)
Jesu, no more! It is full tide.
From thy head and from thy feet,
From thy hands, and from thy side
All the purple rivers meet.
Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe
For us and our eternall good
As they were ever wont. What though?
They swimme. Alas, in their owne flood.
Thy hands to give, thou canst not lift;
Yet will thy hand still giving be.
It gives, but oh, itself's the gift.
It gives though bound; though bound 'tis free.
H/t: Thursday Night Gumbo
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