First published in hardcover as Love’s Immensity, this powerful book of selections from the mystics East and West, rendered into poetry, is now available in paperback for the first time.
I'm very sad to say that I did not care for this volume. The concept is amazing: put mystical writings to poetry. The execution, however, did not live up to such a grand idea. My feelings here may come from the fact that I don't care much for free verse, which most poems are in. There is little to hold the poems together *as poems*, and they become mostly prose paragraphs with a bunch of random line breaks. This collection may make the mystics more accessible to some, which is a great thing, but I think most would be better served by just reading the writings of the saints.
Love's immensity cannot be contained in a single book of prose, or verse, in this efficacious case, but must be apprehended, albeit dimly and slowly, and attended to by angels among us versus distracted by demons lurking behind acedia's ancient darkness and despair. What is this uncreated light beyond and before us as we peregrines so perilously and precariously ascend on Love's ladder of endless life and mystery?
This book was extremely beautiful! Not every poem was my style but just being able to read the words:
"Blesséd is He, Compassionate, who saw the pathway blocked, the flaming spear obstructing still our journey to the Tree of Life— that by opening His unprotected side, which, pierced, sufficed to open Paradise."
And "Who am I, wretched and sinful, to attempt to show Who cannot be shown, to make visible Who is invisible, to offer a taste of Your infinite, utterly inexpressible sweetness? I have never yet merited so much as a sip of it myself, so certainly my words will diminish rather than magnify this sweetness I desire, and desire to name. So great is Your Goodness, even so, that You allow the blind to speak of the light." Were worth the price of the book in and of themselves to me.
While I tend to prefer formal verse, Mr. Cairns' poetry is full of rich, vivid and beautiful lines that spur the imagination in prayer. I heartily recommend this volume for anyone looking for an accompaniment in prayer.
Just a poetry collection. It was fine until I invested it. One or two of the poems I couldn’t even trace to the author Cairns claimed write it, or someone else entirely actually wrote it.