found in the temple

POETRY: Temple by John Donne

October 21, 2017

With his kind mother who partakes thy woe, Joseph turn back; see where your child doth sit, Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, Which himself on the doctors did bestow; The Word but lately could not speak, and lo, It suddenly speaks wonders, whence comes it, That all which was, and all which should be writ, A shallow seeming child, should deeply know? His Godhead was not soul to his manhood, Nor had time mellowed him to this ripeness, But as for one which hath a long task, ’tis good, With the sun to begin his business, He in his age’s morning thus began By miracles exceeding power of [...]