The Windows


The Windows 

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?

He is a brittle, crazy glass;

Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford

This glorious and transcendent place,

To be a window, through thy grace.


But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,

Making thy life to shine within

The holy Preacher’s, then the light and glory

More rev’rend grows, and more doth win;

Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.


Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one

When they combine and mingle, bring

 A strong regard and awe; but speech alone

Doth vanish like a flaring thing,

And in the ear, not conscience, ring.

George Herbert (1593-1633)


Satined Glass part of a panel by Mairi Ewen, a vey talented Stained Glass Artist in Newtonhill, North East Scotland


One thought on “The Windows

  1. Lovely words, and lovely image. And who better than Herbert to make that demand, with his equally lovely life.

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