How can I have been so neglectful? More than a month has passed since I sent you my last spiritual missive via this blog, and I can only beg your forgiveness, et cetera, et cetera.
Well, to show you the depths of my repentant heart, I thought it most appropriate to plunder the well of my spiritual waters and bring you the third in my on-going series of Harley Psalter charades. Nothing quite like an insightful gamble through the Psalms, now is there, beloved?
For those of you who have not managed to keep abreast of all things charades, I will refrain from publicly shaming you and merely offer you a reminder of what it's all about. Now pay attention:
The eleventh-century Harley Psalter is an English copy of the Carolingian Utrecht Psalter, produced in the ninth century. Each of the Psalms in these great manuscripts is cleverly illustrated by focusing on individual words or phrases that appear in the text.
So what you see is not 'narrative art', in the traditional sense, where a story unfolds visually (by way of example, you might think of illustrated scenes from the Old Testament in medieval manuscripts, or your own modern comic strips), but rather you get to participate in the artist's game of 'which-bit-am-I?' Hence, the art historian William Noel coined the phrase ‘medieval charades’, which is what you're about to play now. Oh yes you are!
[Please note: To see really sharp images of the Harley Psalter, you can go to the British Library's Manuscript Viewer here. Unfortunately, my monkish conscience forbids me from infringing copyright law by reproducing images from this digitized version of the Harley Psalter on my blog.]
As is the custom, when beginning our medieval charades, I think we should orient ourselves with someone whom (God willing) you all recognise: the Lord!
Here, it is the Harley artist who is more helpful, for he has dropped the chin of our Lord to indicate the direction of his focus (God seems rather distracted in the Utrecht Psalter). So follow his gaze and, lo and behold, he connects with the fellow in the bed. He's listening! The Lord hath heard him. He hears us all, of course, and especially if we're lying in a bed looking all forlorn. And not only is he listening but he blesses the supine man, hence the Lord's raised right hand and two-fingered gesture.
Now that was the easy bit. Let's take a closer look at our bed-ridden fellow.
Now for the man's left arm. As you can see, he's being taken in hand by a strapping angel. It's all a simple case of cause and effect: an angel grabs you by the hand when you're lolling in bed, and then you are miraculously lifted up, like Lazarus! Yes, the fellow has risen up. Alright, he's not exactly leaping out of bed, bracing himself for the day's persecutions, but at least he leans no more on those fat, soft pillows of his. (Don't get those in my monastery.) Let's move on.
And there's a lot of them, many, in fact. Can you not tell that they who afflict the poor fellow in bed have multiplied? Why, it's clear to see that there are thousands surrounding him. What a nasty bunch they are disturbing him like that: there are at least three of them pointing their fingers at him. Ghastly!
But let us not fear: the Lord doth protect! Just look at that powerful angel again. Yes, he's having a bit of trouble keeping his balance in the Harley Psalter, but he is majestic in the Utrecht. Intimidating! And if you want to know his methods, just look a little closer at our next clue.
Now, blessed ones, I would hate to leave you with the impression that I'm advocating violence in dealing with naughty folk. Far from it. And to prove that, I suggest now we focus on the final element of our medieval charades. It's the happy ending:
Now be good, blessed readers, and read through Psalm 3 below, and memorise it. If I have to, you have to.
Key charade words and phrases are underlined:
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. [2 Kings 15:14].
2 Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? Many are they who rise up against me.
3 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
4 But thou, O Lord, art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
5 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
6 I have slept and have taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
7 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
8 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
9 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.