Psyche, by William Adolphe Bouguereau |
Through a prism of tears, the girl watched her parents walk away,
leaving her chained to the side of the mountain.
Her name was Psyche. All men praised her beauty, but no man
wanted to marry her, for Psyche was cursed. In desperation, her parents had consulted an oracle, who declared that Psyche was too beautiful for mortal man. They must take her to the
mountain, said the seer, and abandon her to the gods.
Cupid falls in love with Psyche. |
But whose bride?
At night, Psyche lay with her new husband, always in the dark. She never saw his face. And when the first rays of morning came, he was gone.
At night, Psyche lay with her new husband, always in the dark. She never saw his face. And when the first rays of morning came, he was gone.
For her husband had made a law. She must never bring a light
to the room where they met. She must never see his face. Her husband wanted to reveal himself in his own time, in his own way.
Psyche soon discovered that she was going to have a child, and somehow this news made her happy and sad all at once.
For Psyche was lonely. She missed her family. And so her husband
allowed Psyche’s sisters to visit her in the palace for just one day, but he warned her not to
listen to their advice.
The sisters were overjoyed to see Psyche again, but they warned her that she was in great danger. What kind of a husband hides from his bride? She must discover the true identify of her husband at any cost. They told her that he was a hideous serpent who would devour Psyche and her unborn child.
The sisters were overjoyed to see Psyche again, but they warned her that she was in great danger. What kind of a husband hides from his bride? She must discover the true identify of her husband at any cost. They told her that he was a hideous serpent who would devour Psyche and her unborn child.
Later that night, after her sisters had gone, Psyche crept into her bower with a lamp
and a knife. She could stand the suspense no more. During the night she lit the
lamp and looked on the face of the monster she had married. But instead of a serpent, she saw the handsome Cupid, and she fell deeply in love with him. She
bent over to kiss him, but just then a drop of hot oil fell from her lamp onto his beautiful face.
It was the first time she had seen him, and now it would surely be the last time as well. She would never forget the look in his eyes—a look of bitter disappointment and betrayal. Then the light went out and he flew away.
It was the first time she had seen him, and now it would surely be the last time as well. She would never forget the look in his eyes—a look of bitter disappointment and betrayal. Then the light went out and he flew away.
Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid's Garden by John William Waterhouse |
Orual, the heroine of C. S. Lewis’s novel, Till We Have
Faces, is Psyche’s sister. She is jealous of Psyche, but she also loves her and truly
wants to save her from the “monster” she has married. The story of Cupid and Psyche is
retold brilliantly in this masterwork of mythic fiction.
In Till We Have Faces, Lewis likens the relationship between Cupid and Psyche to our relationship with an invisible God. Do we dare trust this God who hides Himself? The problem, according to Lewis, is not that God is faceless, but that we are. As Orual says about the gods, "How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?" In this story, we can begin to understand, along with Psyche's sister, what love is and who we truly are.
Happy Valentine's Day from the Stark Raving Mythopath.
In Till We Have Faces, Lewis likens the relationship between Cupid and Psyche to our relationship with an invisible God. Do we dare trust this God who hides Himself? The problem, according to Lewis, is not that God is faceless, but that we are. As Orual says about the gods, "How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?" In this story, we can begin to understand, along with Psyche's sister, what love is and who we truly are.
Happy Valentine's Day from the Stark Raving Mythopath.
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