Christmas is here, and it’s the most musical time of the
year for a lot of folks. I love playing Christmas music and singing Christmas
songs: everything from “The Holly and the Ivy” to “Have Yourself a Merry Little
Christmas.” What a shame that we only get to enjoy these wonderful carols and
classics once a year!
In July, I introduced George Herbert’s poem “Christmas,”
focusing on the first half. In a twist on the nativity story, the narrator is a
worn-out rider seeking lodging who is welcomed by an innkeeper. The narrator
then turns around and asks for his soul to be made a lodging for the infant
Lord (in place of the manger).
In the second half of the poem, we leave the
Mary/Joseph/inn/stable story behind and focus, at least initially, on the
shepherds:
THE shepherds
sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymne for thee?
My God, no hymne for thee?
My soul’s a shepherd
too: a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
The pasture is thy word; the streams, thy grace
Enriching all the place.
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
The pasture is thy word; the streams, thy grace
Enriching all the place.
Shepherd and flock
shall sing, and all my powers
Out-sing the day-light houres.
Then we will chide the sunne for letting night
Take up his place and right:
Out-sing the day-light houres.
Then we will chide the sunne for letting night
Take up his place and right:
We sing one common
Lord; wherefore he should
Himself the candle hold. (lines 1-12 of “Christmas” part 2)
Himself the candle hold. (lines 1-12 of “Christmas” part 2)
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Just as he had, to some extent, taken on the characteristics
of a weary Mary, the beasts (“brutish”) in the stable, and the manger in the
opening sonnet of “Christmas,” Herbert’s speaker now assumes the place of the
shepherds.
In the nativity story (particularly the Luke 2 passage), it
is the angels singing (although really there’s no mention of them singing, only
speaking), but Herbert puts his twist on this too: his shepherds are the ones
singing. Here Herbert is probably playing on the conventions of Renaissance
pastoral poetry, where shepherds do a lot of singing. Yet, his point is that
the shepherds (of the nativity and in the pastoral poetry) are known for their
songs, so can’t the narrator come up with a song as well?
This begins the analogy of lines 3-7. His soul is a
shepherd, his flock is his thoughts, words, and deeds, which feed on the
pasture of God’s word and drink from the stream of God’s grace. Inherent in
this little analogy is a reflection question: on what are we feeding and from
what are we drinking? What is my soul, the core of my being, intentionally
looking to for its nourishment?
The mention of thoughts, words, and deeds is a reference to
a liturgical confession: we have sinned in thought, word, and deed. Surely
Herbert is thinking of his position as well. As the pastor (assuming when
Herbert wrote “Christmas” he was already leading the little congregation of St.
Andrews at Bemerton, outside Salisbury), he is a shepherd responsible for
feeding his flock, his congregation.
So, shepherd and flock—one’s own soul and his thoughts,
words, & deeds or the pastor and his congregation—shall sing of our one
Lord (lines 7, 11). In another sight twist on the nativity story, which, with
the angels and shepherds, takes place at night, Herbert focuses on the sun/Son,
who came to bring light to the world (John 1:5, 9). Night no longer can take
his (the sun’s/Son’s) place: The people who walked in darkness have seen a
great light (Isaiah 9:2). Now that’s something to sing about!
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