This new year, tell me,

What is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

(the summer day / Mary Oliver)

Meditation 1, First Series
By Edward Taylor

What love is this of thine, that Cannot bee
In thine Infinity, O Lord, Confinde,
Unless it in thy very person see,
Infinity, and Finity Conjoyn'd?
What hath thy Godhead, as not satisfide
Marri'de our Manhood, making it its Bride?

Oh, Matchless Love! Filling Heaven to the brim!
O're running it: all running o're beside
This World! Nay Overflowing Hell; wherein
For thine Elect, there rose a mighty Tide!
That there our Veans might through they Person bleed,
To quench those flames, that else would on us feed.

Oh! that they Love might overflow my Heart!
To fire the same with Love: for Love I would
But oh! my streight'ned Breast! my Lifeless Sparke!
My Fireless Flame! What Chilly Love, and Cold?
In measure small! In Manner Chilly! See.
Lord, blow the Coal: Thy Love Enflame in mee.