Lord, how can man preach thy eternall word? <br />He is a brittle crazie glasse: <br />Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford <br />This glorious and transcendent place, <br />To be a window, through thy grace. <br /> <br />But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie, <br />Making thy life to shine within <br />The holy Preachers ; then the light and glorie <br />More rev'rend grows, & more doth win: <br />Which else shows watrish, bleak, & thin. <br /> <br />Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one <br />When they combine and mingle, bring <br />A strong regard and aw : but speech alone <br />Doth vanish like a flaring thing, <br />And in the eare, not conscience ring.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-windows/
