Poems By Arjava

MEN call you far. You are not far enough.

For the beggar earth your, alms of holy love

Drop through the consecrated night—consuminegfir.

Deafness has mouths belying you as dumb.

From some Deep beyond the deep your 'rhythms come

Of Titan fingers wakening Truth's implacable lyre.

The craven flee from the calm light of your eyes ;

Drunken with darkness, how should they surmise

Intrepid loveliness no haste, no weakness mars ?

Bemusing the dim roof of vaulted space

Consentient clouds of golden incense trace

High homage of His Beauty from the enraptured stars.