Another poet I have come to love is George Herbert. His use of imagery is astounding:
Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?
….He is a brittle crazy glass;
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
….This glorious and transcendent place,
….To be a window, through thy grace.
But when thou dost anneal in glass thy story,
….Making thy life to shine within
The holy preachers, then the light and glory
….More reverend grows, and more doth win;
….Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.
Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one
….When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and awe; but speech alone
….Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
….And in the ear, not conscience, ring.