Lord, what am I, that with Unceasing Care

Lord, what am I, that with Unceasing Care

The speaker addresses the Lord, who waits and knocks at the gate through cold winter nights, and regrets failing to welcome him. Despite a guardian angel's repeated urging, the speaker keeps promising to open tomorrow and postpones again when tomorrow comes.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Christian Devotional Poetry, Sonnet · 203 words

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(Manana)

By Lope de Vega

Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care, / Thou didst seek after me, that thou didst wait / Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate, / And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? / O strange delusion! that I did not greet / Thy blest approach, and O, to Heaven how lost, / If my ingratitude's unkindly frost / Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. / How oft my guardian angel gently cried, / "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see / How he persists to knock and wait for thee! " / And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, / "To-morrow we will open," I replied, / And when the morrow came I answered still "To-morrow. "

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repentance · spiritual procrastination · guardian angel · divine patience · sonnet

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