artangent
04-14-2008, 11:40 PM
Fear as the rising of hope’s last limit
Finds me through the passage between births -
We are bound to God’s design in ordinary ways,
Descending to darkness’ ultimate fate, save
For one untold resurrection on the last day.
scores of our body succumbing to dusk . . .
Calm as day, reticent as the surface
Of light, I level the design for glorious play,
And think not of shadows in idleness,
Or cruel thoughts provoked by adversity.
Yet darkness has not in vain enshroud’d me -
God alone has fashioned out of myriad
Dusts miracles that retrace all our fear
From steps of hope and life’s frugal limits.
Finds me through the passage between births -
We are bound to God’s design in ordinary ways,
Descending to darkness’ ultimate fate, save
For one untold resurrection on the last day.
scores of our body succumbing to dusk . . .
Calm as day, reticent as the surface
Of light, I level the design for glorious play,
And think not of shadows in idleness,
Or cruel thoughts provoked by adversity.
Yet darkness has not in vain enshroud’d me -
God alone has fashioned out of myriad
Dusts miracles that retrace all our fear
From steps of hope and life’s frugal limits.