Poems
THEME/S
The solitude before the world was made—
Quiet so vast it cried out to be filled!
A throbbing gold buried within God's deep
Broke into sight and the One was all a plunge
From infinite to waiting infinite.
Farnesses everywhere sought some lost love
Across a sudden gulf they knew as time,
A wondrous wine which thrilled on to draw out
The secret heaven of an ever-wandering hell.
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