The milky way, the bird of Paradise, Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood. – Description of prayer from George Herbert's poem Prayer (I) Reflection I certainly didn't expect it. If someone had told me that a seventeenth-century poem called Prayer would capture the imaginations of my undergraduate British literature class, I'd have chuckled gently. My students that semester were thoughtful and full of goodwill, but they didn't seem extraordinarily … [Read more...] about Learning Prayer from George Herbert