The Wedding Party: An Epic Poem
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The Wedding Party is an epic poem written in Spenserian stanzas. Its theme is the love of Christ for His Bride, the Church. The scene is Heaven. The speakers are 144 Biblical characters, who are preparing for the wedding of Christ and the Church. The speakers give answers, based on their personal experience, to Christ's riddle in the prologue, "Why do I choose this Woman as My Bride?"
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The Wedding Party - Philip Rosenbaum
The Wedding Party
An Epic Poem
by
Philip Rosenbaum
© 2022 Philip Rosenbaum
ISBN 978-1-938250-01-9
Cover design by 1106 Design
Cover image (used by permission):
© Holly Hayes
The Wedding at Cana in Galilee;
A panel in the Blue Virgin window
of Chartres Cathedral
(12th-13th century)
Scripture quotations, unless otherwise noted, are based on the Authorized (King James) version of the Bible, or The New King James Version. Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
With Jeanne
(The secret to accomplishing
more than you dream,
in my experience,
is to recognize the woman
who is the gift of God.)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Foreword by Prof. Robert Sider
Prologue
BOOK I
Adam
Eve
Noah’s Wife
Abraham
Sarah
Abraham’s Steward
Rebekah
Deborah, Rebekah’s Nurse
Jacob
Leah
Judah
Tamar
Joseph
BOOK II
Mrs. Job
Shiphrah
Jochebed
Moses
Aaron
Miriam
Bezalel
Aholiab
Elizaphan
Zelophehad’s Wife
Phinehas
Joshua
Rahab
BOOK III
Caleb
Othniel
Shamgar
Deborah
Gideon
Jephthah’s Daughter
Samson
Naomi
Ruth
Boaz
Hannah
Samuel
BOOK IV
Jonathan
David
Abigail
Hushai the Archite
Uriah
Nathan
Solomon
The Queen of Sheba
Elijah
The Widow of Sidon
Obadiah
Micaiah
BOOK V
Elisha
The Widow with Oil
Jehoshaphat
The Shunammite
Naaman’s Wife
Amos
Jonah
Micah
Isaiah
Hezekiah
Josiah
Huldah
BOOK VI
Jeremiah
Ebed-Melech
Ezekiel’s Wife
Nebuchadnezzar
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Hegai, the Keeper
Nehemiah
Baruch Bar Zabbai
Haggai, the Prophet
Zerubbabel
BOOK VII
Zacharias
Elisabeth
Saint Joseph
The Shepherds
The Wise Men
Simeon
John the Baptist
Zebedee
Andrew
Philip
Nathanael
Saint Matthew
BOOK VIII
The Mother of the Groom
The Servants
Nicodemus
The Woman at the Well
The Leper
The Paralytic
The Infirm Man
The Man with a Withered Hand
The Centurion
The Widow of Nain
The Sinful Woman
Susanna
BOOK IX
The Man Possessed
The Woman Who Bled
Jairus
The Boy with the Loaves and the Fishes
The Syrophoenician Woman
Saint James
The Man with A Son Possessed
The Woman Taken in Adultery
The Man Born Blind
The Woman Jesus Called
Martha
Lazarus
BOOK X
The Samaritan Leper
Bartimaeus
Zacchaeus
Simon the Zealot
Saint Peter
Pilate’s Wife
Simon of Cyrene
Joseph of Arimathea
The Myrrh-Bearing Women
Mary Magdalene
Cleopas
Saint Mark
BOOK XI
Saint Luke
Matthias
The Lame Man
Saint Stephen
The Ethiopian Eunuch
Saint Paul
Ananias
The Friends of Tabitha
Cornelius
Barnabas
Silas
Timothy
BOOK XII
Lydia
The Jailer
The Bereans
Priscilla and Aquila
Phoebe
Tychicus
Titus
Philemon
Onesimus
The Ephesian Elders
Gaius
Saint John
Scripture Sources and Notes
Acknowledgements
About the Poet
The Wedding Party
A Foreword
by Professor Robert Sider
The Wedding Party is a poem that courageously recreates, in our increasingly secular world, the literary tradition of Christian epic. As a life-long Christian I take pleasure in providing a brief introduction to this work forged in the intellectual and spiritual life of a fellow-Christian. In the hope that I may be able to enhance the reader’s anticipation, I shall endeavour to explain the setting and to highlight some of the central features of the poem.
The scene for the action of this epic is set in the banquet hall of Heaven, where the great marriage banquet, the ‘supper of the Lamb’ (Rev 19:7-9), is prepared. The ‘Lamb’ is the Groom; His Bride is the Church adorned with works of righteousness. Many ‘guests’ have already assembled; they are figures of the Old and New Testaments, men and women long ago passed away and now members of the Church, the heavenly Bride. There are others coming to join the feast, people still living on earth, subject to temptations and struggles that they face no doubt with courage, but nevertheless with the limited vision of earthlings. In the manner of Samson at his wedding feast, the Groom puts forth a riddle to which the guests are to provide answers: ‘’Why do I choose this Woman as My Bride?" In responding to the Groom’s riddle, each speaker will look into his earthly past to offer insights and advice intended to be helpful to those in mortal state who are still making their way to the glorious halls of Heaven and the marriage banquet.
Among the guests is a poet, Cullen Clout, who in his earthly life expressed ‘in meter musical and clear / Things that do not and things that do appear.’ The Groom directs His glance toward the poet and ‘with a look beyond his power to comprehend’ addresses Cullen, assigning him the task of ‘casting out of the sense and sound’ of each answer to the riddle ‘a golden setting worthy of each choice.’ Thus every answer that follows, in chronological order from the answer of Adam to that of St John the Apostle, becomes poetry through the skill of Cullen, each a ‘Song’ appropriate to a wedding feast.
This brief account of the ‘Prologue’ to The Wedding Party may offer a hint that the poem will be situated within the literary tradition of the Christian medieval world, particularly as that tradition found expression in the poetry of the Elizabethan poet, Edmund Spenser. Cullen Clout of The Wedding Party is the American cousin of Spenser’s Colin Clout, the simple shepherd of the classical pastoral tradition who makes music for his love while tending his sheep. Just as Spenser’s Colin Clout reports to his shepherd-companions his travels to the court of the queen where he looks upon that ‘blossome of sweet joy and perfect love’ along with her exquisite attendants, so here in The Wedding Party Cullen has made his journey to the heavenly court, and now will provide for mortals in winsome song the wonderful words he hears.
As a romantic epic Philip’s poem looks to Spenser’s The Faerie Queene. Although Spenser’s poem remained unfinished, he tells us of his plan for the poem in an informative preface. The dramatic setting of Spenser’s poem is the annual feast of twelve days kept by the ‘Faerie Queene’; on each of twelve days a knight is to undertake an ‘adventure,’ and in doing so he is to represent one of the twelve virtues. Thus each of the intended twelve books would describe the adventure of one of the twelve knights. Likewise, in The Wedding Party the biblical heroes narrate their earthly adventures, noting the lessons learned through their experiences, and leading always to their discovery of the divine love celebrated now at the wedding feast.
Appropriate to the epic and reflecting The Faerie Queene, the narratives of The Wedding Party are presented to us in multiple books. But no element places the poem more definitively within the Christian tradition of romantic epic represented by Spenser’s poem than the Spenserian stanza Philip has chosen to employ. The Spenserian stanza is a challenging instrument to manipulate, a nine-line stanza in iambic meters, eight lines in pentameter, the ninth line hexameter, with a rhyme scheme ababbcbcc. They are lines that reveal their music best when read in leisure. And yet, within these lines formally recalling a sixteenth-century poem, Cullen Clout articulates the speakers’ words in an idiom pervasively modern, sometimes even colloquial: ‘Damned if you do and damned if you don’t’ begins the Song of Moses. This is an idiom not out of character, perhaps, for a poet commissioned to employ his gift ‘in such a way that every girl and every boy . . . may hasten to this joy.’
It is the method of our poet of The Wedding Party to create from the biblical record figures of flesh and blood, men and women who seem to belong to our present day. Sometimes Holy Scripture provides for the portrait a basic outline, sometimes only a cue, a mere pebble from which a living image is sculpted, Cullen expressing as directed ‘things that do not appear.’ Frequently our vision is drawn to an aspect of the biblical story that we had not noticed before, like the gleam from a finely cut gem unnoticed until light is focussed on it in a special way. Jochebed, faced with the likely loss of her ‘goodly baby,’ Moses, reflects on a parent’s pain in the tragic loss of a child, a pain expressed in ‘the long and indescribable goodbye.’ Ezekiel’s wife, in the light of her suddenly predicted ‘immediate death in the evening’ discovers the ultimate truth:
Indeed the psychology of women seems to be reflected with a particularly sympathetic understanding, as in the ‘Song of Pilate’s Wife,’ a woman who knows exactly what ambition in a Roman male means, or as the wife of the Syrian Naaman, who became ‘the mother of all those / Who help their husbands find what they need most.’ The Evangelists of the Synoptic Gospels will not go unremarked, for they are brought to life as living persons, as something more than Gospel writers, above all Mark, who presents himself sadly at first as a man of repeated failures, but one who eventually gained the strength and courage to be the companion of Peter and Paul, and was chosen by divine grace to write a Gospel.
For those who love theology there is much to stimulate the mind, but I shall point to what for me emerges as the most persistently explored theme: divine providence and divine grace. Luke claims that the subject of his Gospel is God’s providence, the ‘plan of God,’ always incapable of comprehension by the human mind. The inscrutability of the divine design evokes our wonder and our resignation. Reflecting on the fate of Israel, Josiah cries, ‘His ways we cannot comprehend,’ while Hezekiah speaks of the ‘strange and sublime ways’ of the Shepherd of Israel. Saint Joseph of the Holy Family recognizes that God’s ‘intentions’ are ‘benign,’ then adds ‘But who could comprehend His wonderful design?’ The divine intentions—all are bathed in grace, arrestingly described by Zerubbabel: ‘A grace that’s higher than the sky is blue / On a clear and crystal day.’
The Faerie Queene, we noted, was intended as a poem about the virtues. The heavenly guests in The Wedding Party are also concerned about the virtues to be practised by those on earth who are making their way to the halls of Heaven. Many of the guests speak of the virtue of patience, the readiness to accept the discipline by which God schools His disciples. There are also striking pauses in the narratives wherein the reader may surmise that he or she is hearing the voice of the American poet in harmony with that of the heavenly guests: passages on marriage and divorce (Jephthah’s daughter), on repentance (John the Baptist), on the value of labour (Nehemiah). It is, however, Naomi, who sings what is a virtually an ‘Ode to Love’:
Readers will find helpful the notes that graciously accompany the text. Allusions, clarified by the notes, reveal how deeply the traditions of western literature and Christian thought have entered into and become part of the poem. At appropriate points the guests of the wedding party recall for us our intellectual heritage, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly: Shakespeare, Donne, Milton, Thomas Grey, Francis Thompson, Irenaeus, Tertullian, and Erasmus, to mention only a few. Not to be missed is the remarkable reflection of the Queen of Sheba who quotes the Anglican Book of Common Prayer: ‘Let your enthusiasm be more keen / To read, mark, learn and inwardly digest / Words that will edify and not demean . . . .’ It is with this admonition that I invite the reader to pursue and enjoy The Wedding Party.
PROLOGUE
1
The Book of Cullen Clout. Some time ago,
How long precisely does not matter here,
It was my calling, as I hope you know,
To chant in meter, musical and clear,
Things that do not, and things that do appear,
That men might know the worship of the Lord—
That melody might help them to draw near
The sacred mountain and the Voice that roared,
And the Transfigured One by whom we are restored.
2
When, by the secret alchemy of death,
My weary soul received its body new,
As I took in my first immortal breath
(After the Lord’s most merciful review),
I saw a vast and variegated crew
Disporting in the most elaborate dress,
As in the world the upper classes do,
But lacking their extravagant excess,
And every soul content with its divine success.
3
Among the guests I soon beheld the Groom,
Who moved among them freely as a friend;
Yet seeing in the hall there still was room
For more to come, I saw His eyes extend
A look beyond my power to apprehend
(Though power, passion, patience all were there).
And as He saw me struggle to attend
His meaning, as it were by silent prayer,
He shook His dewy locks, and I heard Him declare:
4
"Come, Cullen, take your seat and do not fear,
I have a wedding garment just for you;
But while the Vale of Sorrows is so near,
And you remember all they think and do,
Would it not be expedient and true
For you, at this Wedding Party, to employ
The gifts I gave you and the things you knew,
In such a way that every girl and boy
Who seeks the truth in love may hasten to this joy?
5
"Though I, like Jacob, think the many years
I labor with the sheep are only days,
And though I am all Hope, and have no fears,
Yet still I am a man, and in the ways
A man who loves a woman could amaze
Even Solomon the Wise, so I attest
That I like holy Boaz am ablaze
With passion for My Love and will not rest
Till in My loving arms She is forever blessed.
6
"Your mission, Cullen, if you should accept
A task so thankless in the world below—
But here, in Heaven, a poet may expect
More than he ever dreamed. Here men will know
His verses well, and will esteem them so
As on the earth only a precious few
(And often, older women) felt the glow
Of words that were both beautiful and true,
To stimulate a soul to render Love His due.
7
"And if at first it seems hard to embrace
That poets may have honor like the seers,
You’ll find that here such things are commonplace.
Old women, without frailty and fears,
Are radiant with joy for endless years.
With minds and bodies fully glorified,
They reap in rapture what they sowed in tears;
And, best of all, they have the solemn pride
Of seeing their poor souls abundant in My Bride.
8
"Nor should you think that only collars white
Are freed here from vexation and from pain.
For Heaven is the carpenters’ delight:
We’re paid on time; the customers are sane;
We never have to work against the grain
Except to gain some beauty; all the wood
Is slowly grown and aged to take the plane;
The doors hang straight and open as they should;
And all of us agree: the life we lead is good.
9
"But I digress; digression is delay;
And as I am most eager for My bride,
Your mission, Cullen, must begin today,
That She may venture quickly to My side.
And what I tell you cannot be denied:
You’ll never write more fruitful verse than this.
For men and women must increase their stride
Toward love—true love where nothing is amiss—
Before my Love and I can share Our wedding bliss.
10
"While I am standing by the Father’s hand,
Fervent in intercession for My mate,
My guests here can be working to expand
The knowledge needed in the mortal state,
The knowledge of My love that is so great,
The love My humble servants all reflect.
While time remains, although the hour is late,
What you compose may strengthen the elect,
Their ardor to increase, their errors to correct.
11
"And so, My friends, it is at last the time
For our preliminaries to begin.
I will ask Cullen to proclaim in rhyme
(Suitable to the state that men are in)
What you will say to stimulate your kin,
In answer to the riddle I will ask.
What is the prize that you may hope to win,
As you your lives’ experience unmask?
It will, I promise you, be greater than the task.
12
"For here the Bridegroom is a wiser man
Than he who put the Philistines to flight;
And wedding garments here are better than
The bloody vesture of his bitter fight.
So here’s the riddle that will give men light:
‘Why do I choose this Woman as My Bride?’
Let each one answer with his own insight,
That like the grit men in an oyster hide,
My riddle will in time produce a pearl inside.
13
"Oh, it’s a pearl that is beyond all price,
Layered with joy and sorrow, weal and woe.
And for My purpose it will now suffice,
If some of you, My friends, agree to show
The late-arriving guests what they need to know
To help them hasten toward our wedding feast,
With minds in focus and with souls aglow,
That all men, from the greatest to the least,
By learning of our love, may find their own increased."
14
Since all were slow to speak and swift to hear,
A silence followed in the gorgeous hall.
The Bridegroom urged with His accustomed cheer,
"Let those begin who were the first of all,
For only they knew Love before the Fall.
If of their lapse and lessons they will tell,
They’ll learn, who wish they could attend the Ball,
But think their love life is a living hell,
That Patience is a virtue that makes all things well.
15
"Because love is a many-sided gem,
With multitudes of facets gleaming round,
Let others, after we begin with them,
The hard-won victories of love expound.
Let each one share the facet that he found
More than all others made his soul rejoice.
Cullen will cast, out of the sense and sound,
A golden setting worthy of each choice."
After the Bridegroom ceased, old Adam raised his voice:
BOOK I
THE SONG OF ADAM
1
Why do You choose this Woman? In a way
The answer is a simple one. For He
Who braved the inspiration of the clay
Made Eve of tissue taken out of me.
There was no other; no other could there be.
Your bride consumes Your body as Her bread,
Your precious blood for wine: Thus only She
Takes substance from Her husband and Her head—
And would You want a woman for whom You had not bled?
2
But of the facets in the gem of love,
The one that most astonishes my soul,
That sparkles most with gleamings from above,
The aspect of Your love I most extol
Shines in the strange and solitary role
That only You and I alone have played.
For me it was THE MOMENT; for You the whole
Long period of courtship with Your maid,
That the contrast in the Adams might clearly be displayed.
3
To have a fallen bride, and to be yet
Oneself unfallen, takes one wiser than
Adam in Eden. Who could forget
THE MOMENT when she fell, when we began
The long relentless history of man
In his lamentable and fallen state?
(And as our gracious Maker had a plan
To save His children from their evil fate,
We learned the hardest part of wisdom is to wait.)
4
Who could describe THE MOMENT? . . . There was Eve,
Tempted, and, as I watched, the Serpent lied,
(She, in her innocence, so easy to deceive)—
And while of course it cannot be denied
That I knew better, yet I never tried
To contradict the lie or intervene—
(No man has wept more, none has ever cried
With better reason or with grief more keen,
Than the father of a race, both fallen and unclean.)
5
But THE MOMENT is my topic . . . My love,
My dear companion, both from and for me,
My lovely, undefiled, my darling dove,
Ruined, enslaved—while I was whole and free!
Ah, how much more than worlds apart were we!
My fallen sons have wondered what I thought:
There’s bondage in their curiosity;
It’s awe that’s needed when we are distraught,
The liberating awe to worship as we ought.
6
For it’s THE MOMENT that has taught me awe,
The awesome moment I did not endure;
THE MOMENT that revealed first Adam’s flaw
Reveals the Second Adam as mature.
When He was tempted, He was ever pure;
And though He loves His bride much more than I
Ever loved Eve, He is ever sure,
In meeting Her desires, to deny
His own, till She assumes Her place with Him on high.
7
A man who loves a woman someday learns
The pain of separation—less in time
And space than in the closeness that he yearns
To share with her—for unity is prime
Among his heart’s desires. So in the climb
Toward some great peak that he has made his goal,
In order to attain what is sublime,
That he may fully satisfy his soul,
The mountaineer endures, no matter what the toll.
8
To see the peak, but not to make ascent—
No overhang is harder than delay.
But while the earthly climber may lament
The weather that may keep him from his way,
Or working on the bills he has to pay,
Or his dear loved ones’ overwrought concern,
The Second Adam has the will to weigh
The benefit of what His spouse will learn
From all those earthly trials He gladly would adjourn.
9
It seems You want an educated wife,
(Oh, how I wished mine never went to school!
She suffered from the lessons all her life . . .)
But though the other children may be cruel,
I gather You have wisely made a rule
That of no useful learning will you cheat
Your spouse, till She attains the rarest jewel
Of wisdom. If She needs to, She’ll repeat
Her lessons till the Day Her learning is complete.
10
So while She’s adding virtue to Her faith,
And to Her virtue knowledge, while She learns
Godliness with contentment, and what saith
The Scripture—investments whose returns
Pay through Eternity—Her lover burns
To have His lovely lady at His side.
If they burn, let them marry . . . .
So He yearns
To see the graduation of His bride—
But with His Father’s grace, He takes it all in stride.
11
To want Her so much, and so long to wait,
(Don’t think He suffered only on the Cross!)
He in a perfect, She in a fallen state!
But, oh, how quickly She would purge Her dross,
And learn to make a gain of every loss,
If only She knew how He longs for Her!
A rolling stone, they say, gathers no moss:
Then let Her forward progress be a blur!
Long as She rolls toward Him, She cannot greatly err.
12
Adam was not deceived.
Adam was a fool
For Eve. Lust for knowledge was not the cause
I disobeyed our solitary rule.
God made me in His image. Let us pause
And ponder that a moment. . . . Were the flaws
In the good shepherd after God’s own heart
The lust for knowledge or for man’s applause?
Uriah’s wife was why he felt the smart;
And to be one with Eve, I stumbled at the start.
13
O, let me now His strange love still admire!
I, who was not willing to be rent
From Eve; I, who gave in to my desire,
Behold the Man!
I say, the Man content
To do His Father’s will, although it meant
This long time waiting for His wounded dove.
He intercedes for Her, "over the bent
World brooding," till at last She’s free above—
Behold the waiting Groom, whose waiting is His love!
THE SONG OF EVE
1
For Adam it’s a moment, for me a day,
That crystallizes what it is You prize:
It might have been enough, that I had to pay
Wearing pathetic clothing I despise,
Or laboring to hear my babies’ cries,
Or suffering some domestic argument
With him who had been noble in my eyes—
But I had something greater to lament!
It seems You want a woman who knows how to repent.
2
Rebekah feared that she of both her sons
In a single sultry day would be deprived;
(How much the more since they were her only ones!)
This was the fruit of what she had contrived,
And when at last the dreadful day arrived
(Her touch of Jacob then would be her last,
And Esau loved her little), it derived
A poignancy that only mine surpassed,
From living out the fate that she herself had cast.
3
And those who upbraid David for his cries,
Oh, Absalom, Oh, Absalom, my son!
In my poor estimation are not wise;
For that good shepherd knew what he had done,
When leaving all his wives he took the one
That brave Uriah kept within his fold—
And from that sin his bitter fate was spun.
It is a hurt too tender to be told,
And those who chide him for his grief are much too bold.
4
If ever a mother caused the death
Of her son, then surely it was Eve.
Had I been there, when he drew his last breath,
I would have asked my Abel to believe
How truly I was sorry. Who could grieve
Like the mother who established death and sin?
Oh, nothing short of Heaven could relieve
My mourning and my infinite chagrin.
But now that I am here, I have a peace within.
5
In peace we have the power to reflect,
In peace we have the time to wonder why
Suffering is so much better to perfect
Our souls than pleasure, and to glorify
The love that sees in everything awry
An opportunity for doing good.
It is a strange love by which You ally
Your own perfection and Your hardihood
With weaklings who neglect to do the good they could.
6
If strength and weakness make a perfect match,
Your love with Your dear bride is sure to last,
Much longer than the ivy can attach
The strong and steady oak and bind it fast.
Your reciprocity is unsurpassed:
The more She clings, the further You will grow.
The rigging cannot overwhelm the mast,
For even if the winds should overflow,
Your sturdy vessel will only the faster go.
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The mystery that I would penetrate
Is, Why do You find Her irresistible?
Oh, She has dove’s eyes: that You clearly state.
But is it really apprehensible
That we whose deeds have been abominable
Should in Your vision be immaculate?
Could God of love and pity be so full
As to choose a fallen woman for His mate?
Sometimes the simplest things are hardest to relate.
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We sin and suffer: thus do we repent.
Ah, to what great lengths will a woman go
To have her beauty make a permanent
Impression on her lover! We all know
Of mud baths and facials in the world below,
For there were such things in the ancient days.
But with this bridegroom it shall not be so,
For He’s in touch with other, higher ways
To give His fiancée a beauty to amaze.
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O, may the scattered guests arriving late
Heed my cosmetological advice!
I urge you, Daughters, not to hesitate,
But to seek true loveliness (to be concise,
The simple virtues which are of great price
In our good bridegroom’s ever-loving eyes).
A meek and quiet spirit will suffice
To give you beauty He will greatly prize.
Oh, trim your lamps and come, virgins holy and wise!
10
Instead of your fathers there shall be your sons;
Your clothing shall be glorious within,
With needlework as golden as the sun’s
And purple even Tyre cannot spin;
Inside and out, your beauty shall win
The heart of the great King upon His throne;
Your past will be as if it had not been,
As His great love for you is better known;
For He who died for you desires you alone.
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So hasten to our party and rejoice
That there’s an end to all your troubles here;
The consequences of your fatal choice
Are swallowed up in victory and cheer;
And while the daystar in your heart draws near
(Up on the high road you can see it well)
Keep on the glooming path and have no fear,
For you’ll be dancing over death and Hell,
Dancing with the Husband with whom you’ll ever dwell.
THE SONG OF NOAH’S WIFE
1
In the eyes of the Lord Noah found grace . . . .
The Scripture there says nothing about me;
And I would very willingly efface
The part I played, my infidelity
Both to my spouse and to the Deity—
Not of the crude and coarse and carnal kind
For which our neighbors had affinity—
The infidelity within the mind,
To this my undulating song will be confined.
2
Of course my husband stood out from the crowd!
(It’s what he saw in me I cannot solve . . . .)
In the beginning I was truly proud
To be the wife of Noah. His resolve
To live unto the Lord, not to revolve
Around this wicked world, impressed me much.
Then came the day he said, "God will dissolve
This wilderness of sin"—and other such
Denunciations. If your husband’s out of touch
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With you and with the only world you know,
Why, Sweetheart, I could be your patron saint
(If only the good Lord would have it so).
Later I wished that I’d had some restraint,
But since it is our duty to acquaint
Starry-eyed husbands with the facts of life,
And to do my duty I was never faint—
(You’d think a man with such an active wife
Would calculate his blessings and refrain from strife!)
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Then, just when you think it can’t get any worse:
And, Honey, God said we’re to build an ark! . . .
Some women, I suppose, would never curse,
Not even after such a wild remark;
Well, they would be more ready to embark
On such a voyage than I was back then.
So much for marriage as a walk-in-the-park!
While Noah was busy preaching to the men,
The neighbors’ wives took turns to play comedienne.
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It’s easier to be a laughing-stock
If you’re the one to whom God gave the call.
It’s easier to hear the neighbors mock
If you can read the writing on the wall.
But usually these kinds of things befall
Not just the prophet, but his wife and kids—
And then the cheeky neighbors have the gall
To wonder why your marriage hit the skids;
And all you want to say is what the Lord forbids.
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Of course I wondered if he’d heard from God
As all our time and money went to build;
To venture everything is worse than odd:
If the prophecy he gave were not fulfilled
Our foolishness could never be distilled
Into a spirit that would lessen pain.
One’s hopes have irretrievably been spilled:
You cannot, will not dare to hope again;
But will your husband see that it was all in vain?
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I’ve wondered if it is the harder part
To be married to a prophet or a fool.
For many years your undulating heart
Will have such motion sicknesses that you’ll
Conclude it hardly matters as a rule.
What difference, you will wonder, does it make
If I have wed a blockhead or a jewel—
If he has made a terrible mistake,
Or is the only man who truly is awake?
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In either case you’re bound to suffer much.
Sometimes you’ll wish you never had been born,
Like Job or Jeremiah in the clutch
Of quandaries, calamities, and scorn;
Sometimes you’ll wish that you had never sworn
To follow faithfully no matter what,
Aware of every tongue that tried to warn
You not to throw your lot in with that nut—
And what they’re saying now, you’re unable to rebut.
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Of course you will evaluate your man:
The fruit he brings forth, Is it good or bad?
No husband ever will do better than
My Noah, who in righteousness was clad,
In worship of the Lord was ever glad,
Whose love and zeal for God were like a cloak—
But still I wondered if I had been had,
And wished I could be taken with a stroke,
And wondered why we could not be like other folk.
10
Daughters, I think it is the better part
To give the man the benefit of doubt;
For there’s a peace that comes into the heart
When we realize we cannot figure out
Ultimately what our husbands are about.
Whether we think they’re right or they are wrong
It’s better if we help than if we pout,
For the time of finding out may well be long,
And things will be much neater if we come along.
11
Authors can drone on all they want about
Metabolism that’s miraculous;
But I was there; I have not any doubt
About the things they comfortably discuss:
Manure and more manure—that was us!
And who do you suppose rolled up her sleeves,
Knowing to clean is better than to fuss?
No time for dusting; it was time for heaves . . .
It’s over. Should I care what anyone believes?
12
But here’s the thing that would just make me burn,
Except I know that there’s a Judgment Day:
Some big professor, who has much to learn,
Pontificates that it was not that way—
That after I fixed all that disarray,
And after I put up with all that mud,
The idiot leads everyone astray—
He tells them that there never was a flood!
They don’t believe the Word, but they believe his crud.
13
But now that I have been delivered twice,
Once from the old world, and once when I came here
(Where everything, thank God, is neat and nice!),
I really am a great deal less severe.
The Bridegroom’s sunny and contagious cheer
Just melts away the things that used to grieve.
I love to see my husband in his sphere;
The Bridegroom grants a permanent reprieve—
I guess He wants a Woman who’s labored to believe.
THE SONG OF ABRAHAM
1
The father of the faithful
—What a trip!
(And every step of it more like a dream
Than the ecstasies of persons in the grip
Of the dull world that never can redeem
The promises with which it seems to teem,
But the end of them is always to enthrall)—
The privilege of seeking out the gleam,
The pilgrimage of following the call
The God of glory gives unto the least of all.
2
To me appeared the One whom we exalt
In indescribable theophany;
With me He cut a covenant of salt
(The torch and furnace were His guarantee);
He gave my serving men the victory
That we might tithe unto Melchizedek;
And when my poor heart made its silent plea,
He chose to keep His righteous wrath in check
Till Lot alone escaped from Sodom’s awful wreck.
3
To lovely Sarah and to me He gave
The desire we’d forgotten we had had.
The son of promise could not be a slave;
The barren woman would no more be sad,
And in the day He chose to make us glad
He gave to each of us another name,
(For to His mercies He will ever add!)
And though in Egypt I had brought Him shame,
I sit among you here as one who overcame.
4
Oh, I could praise Him for so many things!
But I, like Adam, have a special time
I share with Him alone. The memory brings
A vast intensity of awe that I’m
Unable to describe. So, Cullen, rhyme
It as you will, what man will comprehend
The day when we began the awful climb?—
The day Isaac and I had to ascend
Moriah’s mountains, and I struggled to suspend
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The love a father has for his own son.
That day I struggled so hard to deny
My heart, I wished I never had begun
The journey that would end in this goodbye.
Many a healthy man has wondered why
And how I brought myself to do the deed.
Why was I willing for my son to die?
I knew from whom I had received the seed.
He said, Give back!
—then waited, till Abraham agreed.
6
I knew that God could raise him from the dead,
So what you’ve read of me that way is true;
But that good thought was mainly in my head:
I could not render Yahweh what was due
Based only on the strength of what I knew—
It had to be a matter of the heart
(And even then it was so hard to do!)
Isaac was a gift; we knew it from the start;
The Giver could command, and I would do my part.
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It wasn’t just a sense of what I owed
That gave me strength to struggle toward the height.
Nothing could ever lighten such a load;
Nothing could ever make that burden light.
Deep in my soul I knew that it was right
To give back to the Giver what was His.
(Not that it ever seemed good in my sight!)
It’s really just a case of who He is.
The Judge of all the earth, in answer to my quiz,
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Had shown He has compassion when we yearn.
Fool that I was, I thought that there were ten
Good men in Sodom, good enough to earn
Reprieve for all, although it was the den
Of rich and proud, perverse and idle men,
Who would not share their blessings with the poor.
To my heart’s cry He added His amen;
His angel escort prompted Lot to Zoar:
The Judge of all the earth listens when we implore.
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He knew I loved my brother and his son.
So on the day He exercised His wrath,
Before the angels did what must be done,
Lot was delivered from the brimstone bath.
And as my son and I toiled up the path,
Wood on his back, the fire in my hand,
Remembering Sodom and its aftermath,
The love He showed me when He scorched the land
Sustained me as I sought to honor His command.
10
He knew my heart, and I knew His so well
(Our firm-united hearts did more than twine
),
He knew I could not handle the farewell,
Though I would give Him anything that’s mine;
So with a grace that simply is divine
He held my other hand upon the slope
(He my supporting elm and I His vine
),
And as I climbed, my Maker gave me hope;
I could not understand, but somehow I could cope.
11
And every step of it more like a dream . . .
But none so much as when I took the blade
To slay my son, to satisfy the scheme
Of Him who has the right to be obeyed,
Whether or not He hastens to our aid,
As His angel did that day upon the mount—
The day He told me I had made the grade,
Depositing my faith in His account,
Where tiny sums in time may grow to great amount.
12
And now that it’s all over, now I share
With Him the fellowship beyond all price,
Of giving up my heritage and heir—
Offering up the ultimate sacrifice
(Though at the altar it was gestured twice,
Of its fulfillment there could be but one . . . .)
So efficacious, able to suffice
All unrequited love beneath the sun,
And all the sin and folly by which we are undone.
13
The satisfactions that the old world gives
Are nothing like the joys that I sustain.
To be the father of a faith that lives
Is richer far than gold or silver’s gain,
Greater than kingdoms men aspire to reign
(Whether in land or letters or in art).
Nothing on earth can equal my domain—
And something more than that sets me apart:
My Maker shared with me the suffering of His heart.
14
Think it not strange when fiery trials come:
When faith and strength cannot endure the test;
When duty calls you and your soul is numb,
The Spirit walks with you till you find rest,
Till in the end your tortured heart is blest
(For faith may flourish on disaster’s heels,
As many saints will certainly attest).
What’s the bright facet that my life reveals?
I think He wants a Bride who knows just how He feels.
THE SONG OF SARAH
1
He wants a Bride who knows just how He feels;
My trouble was, He knew just how I felt.
Though I was careful to conceal my squeals,
Hiding behind the fabric where I dwelt,
Yet His discerning answer made me melt,
And in my fear I stammered out a lie.
Oh, there are lessons in the way He dealt
With me, lessons that made me laugh and cry.
The late-arriving guests should know the reasons why.
2
There is a laughter that combines with awe
(If only I had laughed that way at first!)
It’s holy laughter, not a rough guffaw;
For when I was so clearly at my worst,
When all my secret thoughts the Lord rehearsed—
See what He chose to treasure in His Word!
He gave me Isaac, whom I loved and nursed;
My foolishness He quietly interred,
And left me with a blessing which simply is absurd.
3
For in the torrent of my sinful thought,
By force of habit I called Abram, Lord.
Why the Holy Spirit should have caught
That single word (and all the rest ignored),
I cannot grasp. To have this great reward,
To be a model for the faithful few,
When all my sins might have been underscored . . . .
I called Abram Lord.
Well, that much is true;
But think how you would feel, if God so coddled you.
4
It’s obvious He had me dead to rights:
I mocked; I lied; I only thought of me.
I really think it’s one of His delights
To shower blessings in a great degree
When He has shown us some severity,
As, for example, when He changed my words.
Watch out when you show Him hospitality!
What you assert He’ll say is for the birds,
Even while He munches on your calf and curds.
5
Yet every hostess learns about her guest
By how he treats her when he’s gone his way—
Taken for granted sometimes, sometimes blessed
By a card or flowers on a busy day;
But when did any guest ever repay
The hostess to whom he had been severe,
By carefully concealing feet of clay,
And making all her follies disappear,
To praise her as a model, as if she had no peer?
6
And even as He gave me His rebuke,
He did it that my faith might be increased:
O, do not think your trials are a fluke!
The One who made the Promise at our feast,
Who loves to make the most of what is least,
Hating the nascent deadness in my soul
(Because my hope of giving birth had ceased),
Desired more than simply to console:
He stung me to my senses, that I might be whole.
7
As by my trials my poor faith was built
Till I could be the mother of you all,
As by repentance I was freed from guilt
That I might be a belle at this great Ball
And welcome many to our entrance hall
(Saint Peter’s much too busy for all that!),
The secret’s all in following the call,
Especially through the times you wonder at,
Like when the Lord of All stops by to sit and chat.
8
When angels drop in to be entertained
It’s really better to be unaware.
The reasons why are easily explained:
Instead of cooking, you might sit and stare,
Or worry much about the disrepair
You more than once have mentioned to your spouse;
(Although of course you might be more in prayer
If you knew just Who was sitting in your house.)
And any well-bred host or hostess would espouse
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Whatever their angelic guests might say.
Yet Abraham himself was very bold,
Knowing it was a now-or-never day,
Not just to listen to what he was told,
But knowing Whom he held, to grab ahold
Of his own Maker in a verbal match.
(What god by his own creature is controlled?)
He grappled with his Maker with dispatch
And, unlike Israel, came off without a scratch.
10
O, when you marry, who knows what you’ve got?
It takes a lot of living to find out.
It really doesn’t matter, whether or not
He is just what you thought he was about;
(Though certainly it helps if he’s devout,
That’s not a guarantee that’s ironclad—
What he’s devoted to, you well may doubt!)
I’ve noticed wives who in the end are glad
Devoutly tried to make the best of what they had.
11
There never was a man like Abraham:
I knew that long before the fatal day
He went to sacrifice without a lamb.
And if you’ve wondered what I heard him say
As he gently led our only son away,
It was a mighty volume in a look
Of certainty much clouded with dismay.
It told me clearly that he would not brook
Some wifely opposition to what he undertook.
12
Of course in my wildest dreams I had no clue
That anything so dreadful could occur.
He did not tell me what he had to do,
And when he came back, he did not refer
To what had happened. It was all a blur,
Till he at last was ready to release
The burden that I never could infer.
I let him talk, I let his weeping cease,
And when my own subsided, we had peace.
13
I know the story does not mention me:
It says that at Beersheba Abraham dwelt.
But that he dwelt with me is plain to see.
We came before the altar; there we knelt
Before the gracious Deity that dealt
Us mercy that we cannot overstate,
Mercy that even now makes my heart melt . . . .
Why does the Lord our barren souls berate?
He wants a Bride with faith that She can procreate.
THE SONG OF ABRAHAM’S STEWARD
1
Though all my master’s goods were in my hand,
And I could take whatever I might need,
To help me on my journey overland,
Don’t think it was so easy to succeed,
Or that a good result was guaranteed
Because the camels labored under gold.
I trusted that our master’s God would speed
Us on our way, but I was not so bold
As to think my task accomplished, because it was foretold.
2
Oh, this was not an ordinary task!
To find a partner for my master’s heir
Was much for even Abraham to ask.
Would there really be a girl who would dare
To follow a stranger she knew not where,
And wed a husband she had never seen?
No wonder that I started with a prayer!
Just then Rebekah came upon the scene,
And I was captivated swiftly by her mien.
3
Oh, she was beautiful! But would she work?
That was the question; I just had to know
If she was active or inclined to shirk
The duties her new status would bestow.
The miracle that followed her hello,
Her giving us and all the camels drink,
Was perfect and abundant proof to show
That from the hardest work she would not shrink.
The God of Abraham knows all we ask or think.
4
I really was more astonished than relieved,
(Though certainly I felt a great relief).
For first of all, none of us had believed
In Sarah’s motherhood, that all her grief
Could blossom into joy, (after her brief
But pointed lesson on the faith she lacked,
The interview about her unbelief,
With just a touch of tutoring on tact)—
But we all saw the great fulfillment of the pact.
5
Promises, promises, but here was the son!
Abram had told me that God had declared
Blessing by him would come to everyone,
(A statement for which no man is prepared!)
What glory known to man could be compared
To this pronouncement from the Lord of All?
And those of us who knew of it were scared—
Caring for Isaac before he could crawl,
And constantly fearful lest harm should befall
6
The son in whom the Word must be fulfilled.
So when I swore I would find him a bride,
Oh, I was burdened more than I was thrilled.
Suddenly it’s up to me to provide
A woman who is worthy to be tied
In matrimony with the promised heir.
That this was an honor cannot be denied,
An honor that would drive a man to prayer,
And make him wonder if he was a fool to swear
7
(Hand under thigh) to meet the master’s need.
But if what I knew were a burden to me,
Thank God that I was ignorant indeed,
That I was quite unable to foresee
That to the faithful I would ever be
A symbol of the Spirit of the Lord.
Had I known that, I’d have been utterly
Beside myself, yes, completely floored,
Unable to function, unworthy of reward.
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But as it was I felt a heavy weight,
A burden and an urgency that made
Me eager to bring my master his mate.
So not for a moment could I be stayed,
No matter how sweetly they tried to dissuade,
And the Lord, through Rebekah, prospered my way
(As He did on this journey whenever I prayed).
With her and her maidens we left the next day;
To Beersheba we traveled and brooked no delay.
9
In the field my master lifted his eyes;
Rebekah alighted, and soon they were one.
To the guests still arriving I strongly advise,
In all your labor underneath the sun,
Know that your work has not really