St. Jerome  by Albrecht Durer
 
 

In the Waning Afternoon of Life

 

 

 

 

Adagio 

 

 

For St. Jerome

 

 

 

 

 

 In the waning afternoon, 

 

 

When day its discourse ends, 

 

 

And evening steals upon the earth, 

 

 

Jerome, who cannot sleep,

 

 

  

 

 

Sits and reads, yet his mind

 

 

 

 

 

Wanders from the verse, 

 

 

And he slowly bows his head 

 

 

Before the vision of all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He does not know,

 

 

 

 

 

And Jesus, whom he does not

 

 

 

 

 

Yet love enough at all, worshipping

 

 

 

 

 

Him, the Holy Incomprehensible, 

 

 

 

 

 

Whose gentle breeze sets his old bones 

 

 

Trembling, new again in longing

 

 

To grasp the One Who grasped him,

 

 

 

 

 

Longing now in age to pass on 

 

 

 

 

 

To Heaven, to leave the tortured earth, 

 

 

And all the miseries and wiles 

 

 

Of Satan, to leave behind his mediocrity, 

 

 

To be purified and taken to Christ's Heart,

 

 

  

 

 

Still the afternoon declines, and takes 

 

 

Its leave, as early evening brings on 

 

 

The dusk which has no shadows, 

 

 

And Jerome turns to gaze through the panes,

 

 

 

 

 

 And feels the unbearable anguish

 

 

 

 

 

Of the going of the light, 

 

 

And the unbearable rest 

 

 

Where Jesus draws him to His bosom,

 

 

  

 

 

So the old man weeps hard tears, 

 

 

Tears which dredge gorges 

 

 

In his soul, tears of sorrow 

 

 

And of love, and long desire,

 

 

  

 

 

 Waiting.

 

 

 

July 20, 2002

Valyermo

Sorry, there are no products matching your search.