Author: Luisa Perkins
•8:11 AM
He Is Not Here, by Walter Rane


by George Herbert

Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;

Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;

Unfold thy forehead gathered into frowns:

Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth:

Awake, awake:

And with a thankful heart his comforts take.

But thou dost still lament, and pine and cry;

And feel his death, but not his victory.
Arise sad heart, if thou dost not withstand,

Christ’s resurrection thine may be:

Do not by hanging down break from the hand

Which as it riseth, raiseth thee:

Arise, arise: 
And with his burial-linen dry thine eyes:

Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief

Draws tears, or blood, not want an handkerchief.
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On 11/4/09 , Jen of A2eatwrite said...

Oh! I love that painting.

On 12/4/09 , Heidi Ashworth said...

Simply gorgeous!

On 14/4/09 , charrette said...

Gorgeous! I love that Walter Rane painting, and the poem you chose. I especially respond to these lines:

Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth.

Arise, arise: And with his burial-linen dry thine eyes:

Stunning imagery.
Thank you.

On 15/4/09 , Goofball said...

Happy Easter! Have a joyous Easter holiday period.

Is that a painting? Oh my gosh I thought it was a sculpture. Fabulous

On 16/4/09 , Virtualsprite said...


On 21/4/09 , Brillig said...

So gorgeous.

On 23/4/09 , Sage Gallagher said...

Thanks for that lovely poem and painting. Needed that this morning.

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