[Redbook5:345][19880905:1150d]{Emptiness
of the Spirit (2) [continued
(4)]}[5th
September 1988]
19880905.1150
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Rahere
(“The
Wish House”)
RAHERE,
King Henry's jester, feared by all the Norman Lords
For
his eye that pierced their bosoms, for his tongue that shamed their
swords;
Fed
and flattered by the Churchmen – well they knew how deep he stood
In
dark Henry's crooked counsels – fell upon an evil mood.
Suddenly,
his days before him and behind him seemed to stand
Stripped
and barren, fixed and fruitless as those leagues of naked sand
When
St. Michael's ebb slinks outward to the bleak horizon-bound,
And
the trampling wide-mouthed waters are withdrawn from sight and sound.
Then
a Horror of Great Darkness sunk his spirit and anon,
(Who
had seen him wince and whiten as he turned to walk alone)
Followed
Gilbert the Physician, and muttered in his ear,
"Thou
hast it, O my brother?" "Yea, I have it," said Rahere.
"So
it comes," said Gilbert smoothly, "man's most immanent
distress.
'Tis
a humour of the Spirit which abhorreth all excess;
And,
whatever breed the surfeit – Wealth, or Wit, or Power, or Fame
(And
thou hast each) the Spirit laboureth to expel the same.
"Hence
the dulled eye's deep self-loathing – hence the loaded leaden brow;
Hence
the burden of Wanhope that aches thy soul and body now.
Ay,
the merriest fool must face it, and the wisest Doctor learn;
For
it comes – it comes," said Gilbert, " as it passes – to
return."
*
But
Rahere was in his torment, and he wandered, dumb and far,
Till
he came to reeking Smithfield where the crowded gallows are..
(Followed
Gilbert the Physician) and beneath the wrynecked dead,
Sat
a leper and his woman, very merry, breaking bread.
He
was cloaked from chin to ankle – faceless, fingerless, obscene
Mere
corruption swaddled man-wise, but the woman whole and clean;
And
she waited on him crooning, and Rahere beheld the twain,
Each
delighting in the other, and he checked and groaned again.
So
it comes, – it comes," said Gilbert, "as it came when
Life began.
'Tis
a motion of the Spirit that revealeth God to man.
In
the shape of Love exceeding, which regards not taint or fall,
Since
in perfect Love, saith Scripture, can be no excess at all.
Hence
the eye that sees no blemish – hence the hour that holds no shame.
Hence
the Soul assured the Essence and the Substance are the same.
Nay,
the meanest need not miss it, though the mightier pass it by;
For
it comes – it comes," said Gilbert, "and, thou seest, it
does not die!"
[(–
Rudyard Kipling)]**
*Did
Kipling realise that these are two sides of the same coin? – at R~,
presumably. <891011>
**[Joseph
Rudyard Kipling; 30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English
journalist, short-story writer, poet, and novelist. (Wikipedia (see
[Redbook5:336-341][19880904:2022]{Emptiness of the Spirit}[4th
September 1988], fn#**]
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