Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done,
I fear no more.
The ringing conclusion suggests triumphant closure, but that is only part of the truth. For, syntactically, the last sentence, which is in effect the last stanza, remains completely open. I fear, Donne says, that in the end I will not be saved; so swear, he implores God, that this will not be so, that you will, through your Son, save me; having sworn this, he concludes, you have done all I could ask of you and my fears will vanish. But the lines leave it open as to whether God has indeed acceded to Donne's request before the start of the last two lines or whether that remains only the fervent desire of the sick poet, who will never, till the actual moment comes, know whether or not his desire will be fulfilled. As so often with Donne it is not the clever paradoxes that make the poem but the profound ambiguities at its heart.
Distance is here both therapy and anguish, and however often we read the poem we will never be able to say which triumphs. There is always more. One is never done. Nor is Donne, ever, fully, Donne or done. To that extent Kierkegaard and Derrida are right, and those, from the Lollards to the structuralists, who would seek to eliminate that supplement, are wrong. It was the genius of the early Church and, no doubt, of other religious traditions, to ritualise this in the experience of pilgrimage to the sites of burial of the saints and holy martyrs. When, for historical reasons, pilgrimage came to an end in western Europe, it was left to artists to take up the torch.
13 Relics
‘A hectic trade in, accompanied by frequent thefts of, relics, is among the most dramatic, not to say picaresque aspects of Western Christendom in the Middle Ages’, writes Peter Brown. The reason for this was that it was easier to move bits of the bodies and clothing of holy men than to get large numbers of people to go to them: ‘Translations — the movements of relics to people — and not pilgrimages — the movement of people to relics — hold the centre of the stage in late-antique and early medieval piety.’ But again Brown is concerned lest we accept too readily the dismissive attitude to relics of the Reformation polemicists, and anxious to bring back to our awareness the subtle and complex role which relics played in the life of the people of Europe for close on fifteen centuries.
Though they might be translated from their relatively inaccessible place of origin to one within easy reach of a particular community, relics came bringing with them a sense of their place of origin. And no one forgot that it was God who had given the relic, first by letting it be found and then by allowing it to be moved. Thus St Augustine comments on the miracles surrounding St Stephen, the first Christian martyr: ‘His body lay hidden for so long a time. It came forth when God wished it. It has brought light to all lands, it has performed such miracles.’ And Brown concludes: ‘The discovery of the relic, therefore, was far more than an act of pious archeology, and its transfer far more than a strange new form of Christian connoisseurship; both actions made plain, at a particular time and place, the immensity of God's mercy … They brought a sense of deliverance and pardon into the present.’
What this suggests is that even the translation of relics did not abolish the ‘therapy of distance’. The discovery, translation and installation of relics made concrete the mercy of God. It was not the relic itself that was important, as Brown says, so much as ‘the invisible gesture of God's forgiveness which had made it available in the first place; and so its power in the community was very much the condensation of the determination of that community to believe that it had been judged by God to have deserved the praesentia of the saint’. In other words, the precise events of the discovery of the relic and the ceremonies with which it was brought and installed counted for much more than the mere fact of its presence in a particular community.
The relic and the ceremonies associated with it were of equal importance and could no more be separated than the crossing of the Red Sea by the Israelites or the Passion of Jesus could be separated from the celebration of those events amongst Jews and Christians. In both instances the power of the stories and rituals depended on a double focus: God had been merciful, but terrible things had also taken place, and neither aspect must be forgotten. As Brown puts it:
While the relic might be discovered, transferred, installed, and the annual memory of the saint be celebrated in an atmosphere of high ceremony associated with unambiguously good happenings, the relic itself still carried with it the dark shadows of its origin; the invisible person, whose praesentia in the midst of the Christian community was not a token of the unalloyed mercy of God, had not only once died an evil death; but this evil death had been inflicted by an evil act of power. The martyrs had been executed by their persecutors … Their deaths, therefore, involved more than a triumph over physical pain; they were vibrant also with the memory of a dialogue with and a triumph over unjust power.
By the sixteenth century all this had been forgotten, at least by those in authority. In 1535 Thomas Cromwell sent out his men to the monasteries of Britain on a fact-finding mission, their brief obviously being to provide him with enough ammunition to destroy, not reform them. The general injunction for the visitation, as it was called, stipulated that religious houses ‘shall not show no reliques, or feyned miracles, for increase of lucre’, and it was not difficult for the visitors to find evidence of such practices. From Bath Abbey, for example, one of them, Richard Layton, wrote: ‘I send you vincula S. Petri, which women put about them at the time of their delivery … I send you also a great comb called St. Mary Magdalen's comb, and St. Dorothy's and St. Margaret's combs …’ From Bury St Edmunds John ap Rice reported: ‘Amongst the reliques we founde moche vanitie and superstition, as the coles that Saint Laurence was tosted withall, the paring of St. Edmundes naylles, S. Thomas of Canterbury penneknyffe and his bootes, peces of the olie crosse able to make a hole crosse of … with suche other …’
But how one reads the evidence depends on one's presuppositions. There can be no doubt that for Cranmer and his men these were evident signs of the gullibility of the common people and their exploitation by a rapacious Church. But, as Duffy points out:
Everywhere one turns in the … records of the visitation one finds evidence of large-scale resort by the people to the monastic shrines as centres of healing and help …|. In attacking monastic ‘superstition’ … Cromwell's men were striking at institutions with a central place in popular religious practice, perhaps most unexpectedly in the domestic intimacies of pregnancy and childbirth. In such widespread evidence of the integration of the monastic shrines into the fabric of popular religion, however, the visitors saw, or chose to see, nothing more than evidence of large-scale exploitation of simple believers.
The stripping of the churches and monasteries, the destruction of images and the reformation of the liturgy were all carried out with that mixture of righteousness and rapaciousness which seems to characterise religious conflicts. Though the transition from medieval to modern is particularly clearly displayed in sixteenth-century England, it was of course not confined to that country. Duffy's final words in The Stripping of the Altars, though specifically about England, are in fact a dirge on the death of a culture which had flourished in Europe for a millennium (and which went on flourishing in other parts of the world till our own day), and with the consequences of whose passing we are still, whether we realise it or not, trying to come to terms today: ‘The price for such accommodation [i.e. the “Elizabethan Settlement”]’, writes Duffy,