Sacred-Texts Christianity Angelus Silesius
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261 (I. 193)
THE CREATURE IS TRULY IN GOD
|Rather in God than in itself|
The Creature hath its true abode:
It perishes, yet evermore
Abides eternally in God.
262 (II. 109)
THE WORLD DOTH NOT PASS AWAY
|The World doth pass away? Nay, the World stands its ground:|
What God destroys is but the night that wraps it round.
263 (I. 270)
THE VOICE OF GOD
|The Creatures are the utterance|
Of the Eternal Word—now smooth
It sings itself in gentleness,
Now rings itself out loud in wrath.
264 (V. 5)
ZERO, IF IT PRECEDES, IS NAUGHT
|The Creature, which is nullity,|
Denoteth zero if it come
In front of God—placed after Him
It giveth value to the Sum.
265 (I. 114)
THE SUN IS ENOUGH
|Superfluous to scan the sky, if shines the Sun on thee,|
Inquiring for the moon and stars of less degree.
266 (IV. 218)
THE TOKEN OF THE BRIDE OF GOD
|The Bride doth love the Bridegroom|
And loveth none beside:
If thou hast other lovers,
How canst thou be the Bride?
267 (II. 231)
|Friend, marvel not that I behold|
Naught that my eyes can rest upon,
For I must turn myself about
And gaze all day upon my Sun.
268 (II. 114)
CREATURES ARE GOOD
|Dost thou complain that creatures thwart thy Godward road?|
How so? To me all creatures are a way to God.
269 (IV. 164)
|I know God's countersign. His signature is writ|
In every creature, canst thou but interpret it.
270 (I. 275)
MAN BRINGETH ALL INTO GOD
|All things do love thee, Man, and thickly round thee throng:|
They run to thee because they would to God belong.
271 (II. 115)
THE SPIRITUAL HUNT
|Christian, the hounds will hunt thee well, both high and low,|
Wilt thou but willingly consent to be God's doe.
272 (V. 110)
ALL CREATURES RUN AFTER THE CREATOR.
|Who the Creator hath, all things run after him—|
Man, Angel, Sun and Moon, Air, Fire, Earth and Stream.
273 (II. 143)
IN GOD ALL IS GOD
|In God all things are God: one worm beneath the sod|
Ranks with a thousand worms equivalent in God.
274 (V. 61)
EVERYTHING IS PERFECT
|Naught is imperfect, Man. Pebble is analogue|
Of ruby, Seraph not more beautiful than frog.
275 (I. 269)
ALL IS THE SAME TO GOD
|God listeth to the croak of frogs as heedfully|
As to the meadow-lark's sweet-throated melody.
276 (V. 203)
THE WORLDLING IS BLINDED
|Open thine eyes and see! Heaven lieth all unfurled!|
Thou seest it not? Then art thou blind drunk with the World.
277 (IV. 160)
GOD IS GLORIOUS EVERYWHERE
|No motes of dust are so contemptible and small|
But that the Wise see God all glorious in them all.
278 (III. 172)
THE FINEST IS THE COMMONEST
|Things which are commonest are also the most fine:|
'Tis evident in God and in His broad Sunshine.
279 (II. 198)
GOD PLAYETH WITH THE CREATURE
|All this is but a Game which God|
Fashioneth for Himself alone:
He hath devised the World of Things
Not for the Things' sake but His own.
280 (III. 216)
GOD DOETH IT ALL HIMSELF
|God, God is All, All utterly,|
The lute-strings tremble at His touch;
'Tis He that plays and sings in us—
Is therefore thy performance much?
281 (IV. 71)
HEAVEN ON EVERY SIDE.
|All creatures live and move and have their being in God:|
Why must thou then needs ask which is the heavenward road?
282 (V. 224)
TO THE DEAD ALL IS DEAD
|If thou art dead, my Man, it needs must seem as though|
All creatures and the world itself were dead also.
283 (VI. 101)
ALL GOES WHEN DESIRE GOES
|Thy love and thy desire lend things their preciousness;|
Take these away, then things are mean and valueless.
284 (VI. 20)
TEMPORAL THINGS ARE SMOKE
|Things temporal are like a smoke.|
If thou dost let it blow about
Within thy house, for sure 'twill bite
The twain eyes of the spirit out.
285 (I. 282)
THE BEST STATION IS IN GOD
|To hear the Morning Stars praise God|
Is little profit to my ears
If I am not yet lifted up
To God above the Morning Stars.
286 (I. 289)
|The Rose because she is Rose|
Doth blossom, never asketh Why;
She eyeth not herself, nor cares
If she is seen of other eye.
287 (III. 98)
NOT TO DISSEMBLE IS NOT TO SIN
|What is it not to sin? There is no need to ponder,|
They'll tell you what it is—the dumb flowers yonder.
288 (I. 290)
LET GOD CARE
|Who gives the lilics grace? the daffodils who reeds?|
Then, Christian, wherefore be so careful for thy needs?
289 (I. 127)
ALL IS ALIKE TO GOD
|All things are one thing unto God,|
He knoweth no diversity.
Art thou in substance one with Him,
So is He also with the fly.
290 (VI. 217)
THE ANT'S MIND
|To thee the World is very wide,|
A lump of earth is adamant,
A molehill is a mountain range:
The reason is—thou art an ant.
291 (VI. 213)
TO THE SMALL, EVERYTHING SMALL IS GREAT
|Grow, Child, and become big! So long as thou art small,|
Things little in themselves will show as great and tall.
292 (IV. 30)
GOD ABOVE ALL GIFTS
|Oft have I prayed, "O God, Thy gifts be given me!"|
Yet knowest Thou, 'tis not Thy gifts I crave but Thee.
Give me eternal Life—give what Thou wilt—give aught,
Hast thou not given Thyself, still hast Thou given me naught.