God tabernacles a plain woman (W.H. Auden)

I read a poem by W.H. Auden, "In Schrafft '' and especially this part struck me:

Having finished the Blue-plate Special

And reached the coffee stage,
…A somewhat shapeless figure
of indeterminate age
… our globular furore,
…Which of the seven heavens
Was responsible her smile
Wouldn’t be sure but attested
…That, whoever it was, a god
Worth kneeling-to for a while
Had tabernacled and rested.

Would You like to comment on this poem?

What can I say?

Didn’t Auden say it all inspired by his "My God" ?
But because you want so, I will indeed comment on it.

Having finished the Blue-plate Special

And reached the coffee stage
A somewhat shapeless figure
of indeterminate age

Do not underestimate the sight of a man.

Do not underestimate the ordinariness.
Do not underestimate the inconspicuous behaviour.
Without exception every person  is cherished, seen, tabernacled,  forseen and beloved. by God

our globular furore

The agitation, the stream of refugees, the killing by Muslim fanatics, the intense environmental pollution are raging on this furious planet, but this has nothing to do with God visiting man

…Which of the seven heavens

Was responsible her smile
Wouldn’t be sure but attested
…That, whoever it was, a god

The spiritual world is pointed here as the cause of her smile.

The hidden God can be seen and suspected in man, if you look carefully and if you feel quite accurately.
Auden is making God great by letting a god, whatever god, make Itself known

Worth kneeling-to for a while

Auden let man really do something to bring god within.

He doesn’t underestimate at all what is needed here.
God waits for man if man makes an effort, knocks, works for it.
This is an interaction, a long process.
That man can experience happiness and satisfaction over here.
But also only by kneeling, by surrendering, by the willingness, by the Thy will will be done, by asking, by waiting, by letting go.

Had tabernacled and rested

This will really need a separate blog, My son.

God who comes to rest in man.
And then to be visited by God. After an invitation to God experiencing “God is coming within”.
The "My God" or the My Allah or the Atman or the "My Yahweh", the spark of God, "whatever god".
Who is waiting for so many years, and labouring, and trying, and giving, and hoping, and beckoning, and searching for man, a god vulnerably waiting.
And then resting in temple of man.
Almost better than any religion Auden is bringing man very close to God, very close, very close.

W. H. Auden is blessed

My blessings to you all

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