Poems
THEME/S
O I am earth's idolater! Truth's peak
Is here when the head bows, touching dense clay:
In the blue beyond are time's foundations laid,
Downward the mystery of the Eternal plunges,
Inverted pyramid whose triumphant top
Of absolute all-penetrating force
Is clay—source of deep hurt, peril to life—
Smallest among God's self-disclosing deeds—
Because sheer point and acme of miracle!
Blind are we, dreading or despising earth.
She comes so dense by concentrated dream.
Grandeur and grace of granite—fearful strength—
But O the unbreakable beatitude
That is God's grip when rapture is all rook!
A dumbness and a deafness and a dark-
Intensity of ignorance—till with eyes
Deep-shut we search for the deathless Self within:
Then our lost limbs measure the earth's profound!
Therefore I ever kneel and wait the Eternal's
Fullest epiphany with dust-worshipping brow:
Pitiless packed matter presses truth most near
And the vague clods are the Infinite's utmost power—
Divinity calm though trampled by human feet!
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