"One of my greatest objections to what passes for sacred music in Christian churches these days is the severe constriction of mood: the songs at their best and most innocent are fit for happy children clapping their hands in a kindergarten jingle. At their worst they are sickly sweet songs of self-celebration for sinners not desiring reform or the terrible soul-cleaving power of love; or they are political slogans, as ephemeral as last week's newspaper, though not so good for lining a bird cage. They are gold stars and cheap glitter, a smiley face pasted on a blank forehead, ditties to Nobody Threatening in the sky. …what I find missing in praise 'n worship ditties. It is the settled and habitual misery of sin, and the pain of the caustic curative that the Lord will apply- which I am begging him to apply."
-Anthony Esolen, Introduction to The Hundredfold: Songs for the Lord, pg. 44,45
On pg. 152, #35 "I saw Satan fall like lightening" Esolen captures with clarifying realism the political significance of Jesus' death and resurrection, and that is that all the pride and arrogance and bloatedness of the political ruling classes are pierced through and exposed for what they are in the light of eternity. "It was Rome, / Not Jesus, that lay buried in the tomb."
From "The Travelers to Emmaus"
"ANDROMACHUS
And His blood trickled down and soaked the earth.
I saw the spreading stain.
IRENAEUS
And so it was
When all that day He stabbed us to the heart,
And the truth spread and stained us as His own. "
This seems to me an effective use of imagery and metaphor. The truth and Christ's blood on the cross merge and Christ insinuates, ingratiates, pierces, marks us. Precious mark!
Esolen captures joy and intimations of the goodness of heaven in a number of places. It was once remarked, as I vaguely recall, that Tolstoy was the last to capture human happiness in his novel Family Happiness, that may just indicate the lack of broad enough reading of contemporary novels by the one making the remark. But regardless, it is safe to say that it is difficult to capture in an imaginative work happiness and joy. One place where Esolen imaginatively does this is in #43 "Christ is the image of the invisible God" (pg. 178). I like the beginning "At the ninth height of being, eyes are bright / With what is now, what was, what is to be" and how he describe the Triune God as "the intimate wellspring where the blessed are" at the end.
It seems to me Christians today generally do not discuss heaven or hell and rarely allude to them. Their existence is taken as established doctrine by the orthodox Christian, but as for an imaginative correspondence with these doctrines, where is it? There are some exceptions, of course. Some one might cite to me the Christian pop song "I Can Only Imagine" and the film based on it. Nevertheless, our imaginative grasp seems self limited as well as existentially limited. By existentially limited, I mean part of the mere fact of our condition. Our situation, of course, makes our grasp of these doctrines limited even with our imagination employed in full. (I consciously am sloughing off the Enlightenment suspicion of the imagination as wrong-headed.) It is as if our imaginations are stewarded by the larger, secular liberal or neo-liberal culture and we are effectively told which doctrines we might activate and which we had better leave alone.
But besides capturing joy, Esolen profoundly captures both worldly cynicism and the nature of our condition with a sobering, soldierly grit. Now here is a sober realism:
“...Man is the only beast on earth that laughs
And is not joyful, who would be content
To live forever and watch his neighbor die,
Who shovels dirt over his dearest sin
As if it would sprout up a sudden rose,
Or lie untouched, untended, unrepented...”
-from “The Demoniac from Gadara” in The Hundredfold: Songs for the Lord, pg. 149, by Anthony Esolen
"…Cull out those stones the builders would condemn,
Fashion a home, a room of orison,
A bench for bread and wine, and build from them
The life in love that is Jerusalem."
Thanks be to God that He uses rejects and failures to build His splendid, everlasting kingdom. My desire is that I be a home, a room of orison, for Love, and so not some penurious purist who disdains the unwashed.
"Blessed be God for bodies and their truth:
For children toddling on adventurous feet,
For girls lilting of accent, pertly sweet,
And cowlicked boys sprouting in limbs and youth;
For innocent eyes and cheeks that blush with fear,
For the early down of manhood on the chin,
For soft womanly ways of grace that win
The stoutest heart to cherish and revere;
Father and mother grown like vine and vine
Inseparable, yet in their holy song
We will discern the bass profound and strong
Building the house his lovelier half makes fine
With high and glorious beauties. Those belong
To the two ways that God made man divine."
P. 195-96
Esolen has a robust sense of the goodness of the sexes which serves as a kind of healing balm in this time when all one hears is the crowing of cant in the public square about sexes deracinated for the sake of an abstract equity. The poor training of the imagination to grasp the beauty God has created in the interplay of the sexes and in their separate, uniting perfections leaves a vacuum that is filled instead with an epidemic of porn and other such perfidy.
"…Let us return
To the sweet things of nature, even our own,
And love them well, and condescend to learn
From what is bread and chiseled in the bone,
Lest we collapse into the mists of mind
Surely not undefiled, yet undefined."
-p.206, from #60
"…it needs more than a life to understand
What I knew in the seed at seven years old,
Although the terms were not at my command…
…I should have fed on milk and honey, till
I grew to be a warrior for Christ,
His bread my rations, and His fasts my drill…
…And if, my Savior, I now seek Thy face,
After these years of lassitude and pride,
It is all ever and only by Thy grace…
…The old recruit must swing the sword, not yield,
For should he be cut down like a dead tree,
The red heart of his love shall be revealed;
And he shall gain his dearest hope, to see,
No longer in a glass or symbol, those
Three Persons in substantial Unity…"
Pgs 221, 222,223
Esolen completes his series of poems and hymns spanning the Old and New Testaments with a poem referring to his own life. I find his words breath hope and rouse to keep fighting to the end.
Esolen in a way seems to me to embody a truer "environmentalism", a closer appreciative unity with God's whole creation.
Esolen's ending poem in which he himself speaks is similar in its confession to Seamus Heaney's in his Purgatorio in 'Station Island' where he writes,
And I cried among night waters, 'I repent
My unweaned life that kept me competent
To sleepwalk with connivance and mistrust.'