Meditation Six by Edward Taylor

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Meditation Six

Am I thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for thy wealth;
   Whether in mine or mint refined for thee?
I'm counted so, but count me o'er thyself,
   Lest gold washt face, and brass in heart I be.
   I fear my touchstone touches when I try
   Me, and my counted gold too overly.

Am I new minted by thy stamp indeed?
   Mine eyes are dim, I cannot clearly see.
Be thou my spectacles that I may read
   Thine image and inscription stampt on me.
   If thy bright image do upon me stand,
   I am a golden angel in thy hand

Lord, make my soul thy plate: thine image bright
   Within the circle of the same enfoil.
And on its brims in golden letters write
   Thy superscription in an holy style.
   Then I shall be thy money, thou my hoard:
   Let me thy Angel be, be thou my Lord.

                       Edward Taylor (1646?-1729),
                             North American Colonies
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About The Mithril Guardian

I like stories.  Whether they’re on film, in song, or in print, I always remember a good story.  They remind me of paintings.  People cannot see them without learning something.  So it’s a good idea to look at a story from as many angles as possible.  I can watch the same movie a million times and still I will learn something that I did not know before.  Thoughts on the Edge of Forever is where I get to focus on what I learned from stories; what was not obvious the first time, the second time, or the umpteenth time. Earlier posts are written in the form of letters, usually to specific characters, to point out what I saw in a particular story or heard in a piece of music. Some of those letters, though, are like letters to the editor. Why did someone write a story this way and not another? Would the story have turned out better if the writer had done something different? These ‘letters to the editor’ will probably never be answered by the writers - the characters certainly will not answer anything - but their contents are still up for debate. After all, unless you ask a question, you will never get an answer. Still, civil ground rules apply. Any foul language or other form of abuse will not be tolerated in Thoughts on the Edge of Forever. I mean, who wants to be around the guest at the dinner party who is being nasty? Practically nobody, since people go to a party to have fun, not to hang around a grouch. So let’s have fun! The Mithril Guardian
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