Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening
into the house and gate of heav’n:
to enter into that gate and dwell in that house,
where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling,
but one equal light;
no noise nor silence,
but one equal music;
no fears nor hopes,
but one equal possession;
no ends nor beginnings,
but one equal eternity;
in the habitation of thy glory and dominion,
world without end.
Amen.
~John Donne – a prayer

God made sun and moon to distinguish seasons,
and day and night, and
we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons;
but God hath made no decree
to distinguish the seasons of His mercies;
in Paradise, the fruits were ripe the first minute,
and in Heaven it is always autumn,
His mercies are ever in their maturity.

He brought light out of darkness,
not out of a lesser light;
He can bring thy summer out of winter,
though thou have no spring;
though in the ways of fortune,
or understanding, or conscience,
thou have been benighted till now,
wintered and frozen,
clouded and eclipsed,
damped and benumbed,
smothered and stupified till now:

Now God comes to thee,
not as in the dawning of the day,
not as in the bud of the spring,
but as the sun at noon,
to illustrate all shadows,
as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries,
all occasions invite His mercies,
and all times are His seasons.
~John Donne in Christmas Day Sermon 1624

In the center of my chest,
a kindling there in the hollow,
as if a match had just been struck,
or the blinds snapped up on a sealed room,
gold suffusing the air,
and through the wide windows,
a solstice unfolding,
mine for the lengthening days.
~Andrea Potts “On Reading John Donne for the First Time” from Her Joy Becomes

…humanity is like an enormous spider web, so that if you touch it anywhere, you set the whole thing trembling…

Just as John Donne believed that any man’s death, when we are confronted by it, reminds us of our common destiny as human beings: to be born, to live, to struggle a while, and finally to die.

We are all of us in it together…As we move around this world and as we act with kindness, perhaps, or with indifference, or with hostility, toward the people we meet, we too are setting the great spider web a-tremble. The life that I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place and time my touch will be felt.

Our lives are linked together. No man is an island.
~Frederick Buechner from The Hungering Dark

Words written by a pastor over 400 years ago still illuminate,
shining a light through the centuries.

Donne could not have known how his insights would remain a beacon in the darkness of our inhumanity, or how his poetry of love and faith continues to tug inside the web of human connection.

A touch within the web, whether slight or seemingly insignificant, gentle or hostile, sets us all trembling. We are linked together, journeying toward an equal light in a world without end.

Amen and amen.