On blog titles and the probable non-importance thereof

This is my first post in my first blog. On a whim, as much as on anything else, I decided to sign up for my own, unique, blog - something that would, no doubt, set the blogging world abuzz with . . . buzzing? All went well, until the second of three screens requiring completion in order to register for a blog spot. That is to say, all went well for about ten seconds. THEN, the second screen notified me that I needed to enter a title for my blog. Perhaps this would not have been an issue had I been expecting it, but, as it was, I was completely blindsided. A Title? I had not considered for a moment that I should have to title my blog. . .

Never one to be discouraged, however difficult the obstacle, I then thought that I should come up with a title that hinted at depth, at richness of meaning, and refinement (or, at least, should consist of more than the results of me blindly mashing my closed fist on the keyboard several times and pressing enter).

Several unsuccessful attempts at being clever with Greek words left me convinced that every last bloody aspiring blogger must have scoured the pages of any and every known Greek lexicon for blog titles, and so I abandoned that course of action.

To make a long story longer, I finally decided on "Ungratefulness." "Ungratefulness" is the title of one of my favorite George Herbert poems. In this poem he writes of one of the most important polarities: the overwhelming generosity of God, and the extreme selfishness of Man. So, I titled this blog after the poem, because the subject on which George Herbert so eloquently wrote some several centuries ago I try to keep central in my mind, and I hope it will be such in my readers' minds as well. The poem will follow.

In the grand scheme of things, I rather suspect that what I title this blog will be of little importance to anyone but me. One can always hope, though.

Ungratefulness

Lord, with what bounty and rare clemency
Hast thou redeemed us from the grave!
If thou hadst let us run,
Gladly had man adored the sun,
And thought his god most brave;
Where now we shall be better gods than he.

Thou hast but two rare cabinets full of treasure,
The Trinity, and Incarnation:
Thou hast unlocked them both,
And made them jewels to betroth
The work of thy creation
Unto thyself in everlasting pleasure.

The statelier cabinet is the Trinity,
Whose sparkling light access denies:
Therefore thou dost not show
This fully to us, till death blow
The dust into our eyes:
For by that powder thou wilt make us see.

But all thy sweets are packed up in the other;
Thy mercies thither flock and flow:
That as the first affrights,
This may allure us with delights;
Because this box we know;
For we have all of us just such another.

But man is close, reserved, and dark to thee:
When thou demandest but a heart,
He cavils instantly.
In his poor cabinet of bone
Sins have their box apart,
Defrauding thee, who gavest two for one.

-George Herbert