by Patience Worth
I have unlocked the mystery.
No longer am I awed.
I have stood beside the everlasting fount,
Yea, the river of life.
I have beheld God interflowing the instants,
Permeating with surety
The dull atom of existence.
He is of a living substance as the lightning.
Verily, the illumant pith of all life.
He is the elemental basis of creation;
His own being thereby becoming
The foundation of creation.
He stands with His head in the sun,
Yet he reclines within the palm, of a babe.
His couch is the rainbow, yet He hath
Laid His cheek unto man's bruised lips.
His voice is the roar of chaos, yet He sits
As a fay at the gateway of man's ear-
Last updated January 14, 2019